Sexism in the music industry is a tenacious specter, lingering like an unwelcome earworm. Women, it seems, are accorded the same value as a kazoo in a symphony orchestra—more ornamental than instrumental. Their talents, often overshadowed by superficial appraisals, are subjected to a kind of aestheticism that undervalues their true worth. This gender bias resonates louder than a tambourine at an incongruous tea party, creating a cacophony of unequal pay and skewed promotion paths.
Despite the strides made by movements like #MeToo, the music industry remains a landscape requiring thorough recalibration. The systemic issues run deep, entrenched in the bedrock of an industry that often celebrates male prowess while relegating women to the margins. Recognition, it seems, is as elusive as a well-hidden note in a complex chord progression.
To truly transform this domain into an inclusive realm where talent is the sole criterion for advancement, we need more than mere advocacy; we require a profound shift in the industry’s foundational attitudes and practices. Until such a metamorphosis occurs, we will persist in our demands, forever asking for that elusive encore, hoping the next act will bring the harmony we seek.
Enter Toronto industrial siren OLGA, who sees little difference between the music industry and the sex industry, and is unleashing the demons with Sexorcism. This novel enlightenment lampoons that old chestnut, “sex sells,” with her lo-fi video emulating something clandestine you’d find under a bed in 1988. Streaming music – streaming pornography, it’s all the same to her. Someone’s selling off something, usually a soul.
The song is off her debut LP I Am Porn, a not-so-subtle jab at the state of the music industry and reclaiming one’s autonomy through the power of a PVC suit. Reflecting both the desperation of our times and the sheer grit needed to survive them, OLGA’s lyrics are bold, angry, and cheeky—with a hint of sass. With dark, industrial, electronic beats, her songs stick close to pop’s anatomy while adding a twist of rebellion. It’s as if she’s saying, “Sex sells? Fine, but I’m pocketing the profits.” Her music serves as both a mirror and a sledgehammer to the industry’s foibles.
The video for Sexorcism was directed by Laura-Lynn Petrick and filmed at Montréal’s premier adult theatre, Cinéma L’Amour.
Tonight, Toronto’s Baby G will host the record release show, promising an evening that’s sure to be as audacious as OLGA herself. With her biting lyrics and industrial beats, the event is bound to be a heady mix of grit and glamour, perfect for those who like their music with a side of irreverence.
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