reppin: la, usa // interscope // 2014 - present
sounds like: dancing through a flat prairie field as the sun is setting seeing miles each direction
last album drop: give it to me EP (nov 2017)
Good things come to those who go see music live. Another sold out night was upon us at the beautiful Lincoln Hall in the heart of Lincoln Park, Chicago. The mood was set for an intimate evening of female fronted bands, all bringing their twist to a rock concert. While Hazel English brings soothing lo-fi rock and Mitski has a deeper, piercing sound, my favorite of the evening was Miya Folick. The young Miya was raised as a Buddhist, something that you can feel through her tunes, tired to find her calling in sports, but was just not into it. So, it was then time for college at NYU, and again, it wasn’t her thing. Finally, she returned home to LA, picked up an axe, started learning and found her band on Tinder. Pretty traditional, “how my band started,” story eh?
With the band ready to roll and Miya taking the stage, you could immediately feel her presence surging through you. She lands somewhere in the middle of the two providing us humans with an imaginative space to go into and at the next moment, shattering our world in the right way. As the drums slowly began and the guitars moved through the amps, we were taken over by a dreamy rock sound sprinkled with some Cali surfer vibes. The chord progression is fun whether you are swaying side to side or jamming out, just so smooth. Miya’s voice can wale better than most and what makes it a treat is that she is always matching the aggression of the song. She steps it up a notch as her body speaks as much as her voice, drawing you in even closer.
The best thing about the entire set was the silence of the audience, waiting and anticipating the next song to take them out of reality. Miya has an incredible way to command a crowd and hands down is just a true performer out there. She can take you to a dream like state one second then have you wanting to start a mosh pit the next. Let’s just thank the music gods that Miya didn’t end up a basketball player because for one, I can’t wait to see her again.