For a confessed introvert who’d “rather be hiding behind a curtain” than hogging the limelight, there is something even more poignant about such public outpourings. And while there is still apprehension mixed with gratitude when she peers offstage, A.A. – Alex – is able to dampen it with the understanding that nights like this have been a long time coming.
2018’s self-titled EP and 2019’s split with Japanese instrumental rockers MONO dropped in the pre-pandemic era. Debut album proper Forever Blue arrived in July 2020, finding success as a perfectly melancholic COVID soundtrack but existing only within listeners’ headphones and stereos for over a year after release. As its title suggests, March 2021’s Songs From Isolation was a similarly confined effort, comprised of haunting homemade cover versions: Radiohead’s Creep, Pixies’ Where Is My Mind?, Nick Cave’s Into My Arms. Second LP As The Moon Rests, which arrived last month, is a watershed moment, with the 34-date European trek to which tonight is a precursor presenting an unfamiliar exhilaration and trepidation over airing such fresh material.
“I just picked up my first-ever headline tour laminate,” Alex grins, brandishing the slip of plastic marked with her initials like a marathon medal. “Usually it’s got someone else’s name on it!”
Even further back, of course, Alex’s life was ruled by music. And, although she stresses repeatedly during our conversation that discussing her present and future is far more relevant than digging through the past – even deliberately sidestepping some specifics – context is key.
Mum was a systems analyst who’d crank rock classics by the likes of Led Zeppelin and Queen. Dad was a pastry chef prone to dabbling on keys and chilling out to Classic FM. Neither were especially musical, but the young Alex found herself drawn to the old electric organ at home and began to hit the keys aged six. Naturally, piano lessons followed. It was when she picked up the cello and began in youth ensembles, though, that her prodigious talent really emerged. Discovering her own music in alternative artists like Deftones and Nine Inch Nails was pivotal to her evolving taste, but more important was the soul-stirring exhilaration she found in performing pieces like Igor Stravinsky’s surging avant-garde benchmark The Rite Of Spring.
“Music was my way of expressing stuff,” she says. “It’s like learning some sort of secret language. It’s private. It’s cool. It’s something that other people can’t do. Even pieces I’d been assigned for exams became a way of communicating, because I wasn’t very good at doing it verbally. I never found any of it too hard. And I never liked anything in a major key. Ever. I never played anything happy out of choice. Even when I was a little kid, it was like, ‘Nah, not for me…’”