Halo On The Inside

After the muddy emotional quicksand of her previous album, Fohr has found an intoxicating clarity that abandons orchestras for beats. Recorded mostly at night in a basement-studio, the album exudes the limitless, animalistic jungian energy Pan stands for.

A bold, nocturnal take on the folksy experimentalism that has become the project’s modus operandi.

Halo on the Inside may be yet another temporary expedition or truly be a metamorphosis of Circuit des Yeux’s aesthetic. Either way, Fohr’s songwriting is as strong as ever and her singing voice is singular. Recommended.

Both introspective and commanding, Halo on the Inside charts a path between the club and the cosmos.

With Halo on the Inside, she again explores aesthetic poles—the clamorous and subdued, dramatic and restrained, tense and cathartic. Her work, including her singular voice, conjures the grand epics, the metamorphoses that the ancients whispered and sang about. Fohr is grounded in timeless magic, functioning as a modern-day alchemist.

The study of Fohr’s internal world is cosmic in scope. That could make for an imposing listen, so it’s impressive that the record also stands as her most instantly loveable collection of songs.

From a less confident artist, her writing might sound trite, but vocal experimentation is Fohr’s strength. The malleable and arresting delivery at the album’s core pushes the music forward, often reinventing itself mid-song.

Her own voice breaks sometimes, and it’s in these moments – when she seems to drop the mask – that the album lands its most impactful blows. Tracks like “Cosmic Joke” and “Anthem Of Me” bring more dense, pressurised operatics. [May 2025, p.51]