Nilüfer Yanya’s third album, My Method Actor, is a masterful affirmation of her confessional style — returning with lyrical punch and heaving, visceral production. Her thunderous songwriting remains, with more economical guitarwork and vocal priority than her former works. Still, the lo-fi grit of Miss Universe is peppered throughout, fuzzy as ever. In the throes of transition, scattered across insulated sessions with her career-long collaborator, William Archer, these intimate moments were a necessary reprieve to unearth trauma and chart a new course.

The album is enamored with the cinematic grandeur that resides in the cracks of life, a meditation on life as performance and the excavatory nature of method acting. Drawing out every painful memory, every emotional grain into a grand performance that is resonant and expansive. Yanya likens the method actor to the musician, arguing that “when you’re performing, you’re still trying to invoke the energy and emotion of when you first wrote it, in that moment.”

And she unearths a momentous performance, adding weight and palatability to her sound. It is a sharper rendition than Painless while retaining some edge. Lyrics like “Driving all night/That green light gets weaker and weaker” capture minutiae with beautiful precision, encasing the moment in a glass prism. The lyrics have poetic charge, propelled and highlighted by the minimal production. The sparse, sputtering instrumentals are so deliberate with each sound and
texture that it demands undivided attention. Minimal drums are coated in layered and rich string arrangements, with occasional guitar plucks that showcase Yanya’s ability to use negative space. Never too showy, the guitarwork pans along, occasionally gluing together sections with a riff or drone. Although the voice is priority, she never seems to surpass a whisper, showcasing understated vocal expertise that shines with her evocative writing.

The guitar parts, while scarce, roar with finesse whenever they get screen time, sometimes infusing a touch of microtonal dissonance. Like the droning guitar on “Like I Say” or the fuzzy wall-of-sound that bursts on “Method Actor.” The former sounds like a sitar part on a Ravi Shankar-era Beatles song, or more accurately, like the traditional Turkish music Yanya grew up on, while the latter is just downright cool.

Down to the guitar distortion, the attention to texture is so meticulous — with long-winded melodies slowly dissolving, their granularity unfolding before your ears. It is a virtuosic approach, echoing the melancholia of Bon Iver and Soccer Mommy counterbalanced with the edgy grit typical of the fuzziest indie psych-rock you can imagine.

On “Faith’s Late,” Yanya sings, “And I feel shame in modern ways/And I feel faith is bound to break/And I feel caged and far away/And I feel faith is born too late,” embodying the complicated identity of a public-facing artist trying to deprioritize her image, as she’s turned down many major deals in favor of creative freedom. “That’s an art form in itself,” she says, of popstar PR and image curation, but “I don’t think it’s my art form.” Despite the urge to stick to her guns, no matter how far indie that takes her, there are still tracks that invite radio play. “Mutations” and “Method Actor” come to mind, with more conventional structures and catchiness to differentiate them from more dense singles. On the latter song, she displays a self awareness, and perhaps resentment, for the pressure of performance: “I like to drown in my new costume.”

With the constant pressure of trendiness, especially weighing on women in the industry, Yanya avoids the pressure to conform to the popstar mold. Artistic integrity is more than a PR buzzword for Yanya, who could have easily taken shortcuts or piggybacked her parents’ successful artistic careers, yet chose the more gratifying but arduous indie career path. The often circulated story — where Louis Tomlinson of One Direction offered her a deal with a (now defunct) girl group — seems to be a defining moment for her, her first rejection of the pop machine. It is commendable in the age of influencers and “sell-outs,” who, in a changing industry, find themselves ever more pressured to take the platter of money over a more creatively gratifying career. “The people I admire and look up to aren’t necessarily those kinds of [mainstream] artists. The kind of music I make, I don’t think it would ever necessarily be a huge
mainstream success,” Yanya says.

Nilüfer Yanya thinks an absence of creative expression is like the absence of a limb. In line with this, her music is like a physical offering, feeling like an inexorable urge or expressionistic burst. To her, music is “problem solving,” or mandatory emotional housekeeping like dreams are to others. Her songwriting is rich, confessional and vigorous. While it can be a bit metaphoric, it is never airy, each allegory unfolding with meaning as it replays in your head. The type of lyrics you revisit and let stew.

Fans of Yanya will be welcomed to a warm, familiar embrace. I entered with no knowledge of her and left with a reverence. For both die hard fans of indie rock and laymen alike, I expect a similar response. Yanya and Archer are pure virtuosos with tasteful production habits; they elevate skeletal ambient-indie rock to a grandiosity never before seen. How Yanya manages to feel like a rockstar in such an understated sonic landscape is momentous and new. It is her own brand of star, carved out from industry duress and entirely true-to-life. My Method Actor is an understated meditation on performance and emotional excavation, somehow manifest like the grandiose approach of cinema.

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