This week, I have a new artist to introduce who performs and records in the darker of electro rock idioms or something like that. Enjoy!

If a sound could make you think you were drowning while standing on a gravel road, it would surely be the dark, distorted, horrific cries of Toronto-based Helen Hartley. Her particular mixture of ’90s goth rock meets drone metal meets industrial rock meets grunge feels like a wormhole to a dark recent past. A wormhole into which you willingly throw yourself. Go ahead, jump!