wu... / HA! by Cocoonics

Cocoonics' introductory remarks on her work:

“How to convey a ball of fire? How to become a blade of grass? The way I was trained to think means I begin with words – but when I encounter areas of life on which language has no hold, where should I turn?

At night I always come to the same question: on any givenordinary day, is the world I know gone forever? Over the last two years, such thoughts have struck me time and time again; it goes without saying that the question has swept everyone across the globe. But no matter how unwillingly, the only true way to escape the issue is to face it. Since beginning my journey with music, I've come to realize that, to me, the ultimate function of music is healing. I began this EP in November 2019, and it took me a year and a half to finish. In it are extremes of fragility and rage, which I used to regard as two sides in a kind of protracted struggle with each other. But by observing the seeds I've sown, every day my self-portrait comes a little more into focus.

I am the fire, and the grass; over and over again, I am ended and revived, a process that only serves to encourage my vitality. Once I believed there was a fine line between the two, and that my life flopped between them in search of a comfortable middle ground.

Now my feeling is that there is nothing between them at all – that the two are, in fact, one.”


From innocent at 13
To fierce at 23
What happened in 10 years?

Going from school to society and facing the challenges of survival, the creation of music transforms as well – from an outlet for pleasure to one for introspection and letting off steam. As the explorations grow more serious, the puzzled audience that previously encountered Cocoonics can't help but ask:
“Where did the laidback, spirited Cocoonics go?”

From brimming with confidence to being laden with doubt, she attempted to find answers in music and ended up, half confidence half doubt, reconstructing a “self” for herself on youth's complex path to maturity. Making an effort to remain defiant, to be a maverick. If trying to say something, yelling it. Being a punk, on occasion, isn't a bad idea.

It is these ideas that shaped this stage of Cocoonics' voice. Searching for a score to her experiences and thoughts, bravely exposing her inner self to find like-minded souls, she draws on discordant notes, distorted guitar samples, and hidden messages in muttered Cantonese, using a brooding manner to provoke yet console the listener. Of course, you still have the right to be someone who doesn’t understand; there's nothing to prevent you ranting along to her music:
“Why! Why?! Why?!!”
“Get Cocoonics back!”

Shanghai / Hong Kong

Cocoonics is a musical incubator, a space where fictional everyday moments are crafted to obscure the raw reality of memory.

Cocoonics aspires to be a container of music, to express what the world gives her sincerely.

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