Hell Hill - Elita

I was already familiar with Elita from her *Sick Girl* EP, but this album has a completely different sound. I listened to the single "Masturbating in a Coffin" when it dropped because the title caught my eye; the track is so weirdly good that I knew I had to check out the full album once it was released.



Elita—what the hell is this? I’m not sure what to call this genre—maybe "dreamy dark digital pop"? Whatever it is, I love it. I’m a huge fan of digital sounds—that "early internet" kind of vibe—and this album captures that aesthetic in an incredibly dark way. It feels like a nostalgic, unsettling, yet strangely comfortable dream—a quality that’s especially apparent in the final track, "Hell Hill."



The album contains elements so delightfully eerie that they make my eyes light up. At the same time, it has this almost psychedelic quality; it’s incredible—unlike anything I’ve ever heard. It’s as if someone threw the soundtracks for *ENA* and *Yume Nikki* into a blender, distorted the result, and had Elita sing over the whole chaotic mess.



It’s a wonderfully creepy yet cozy journey that I 100% recommend. It’s also the first album I’ve ever heard that features a "jumpscare" (the transition between "Knife Dick" and "Hell Hill").



Elita Harkov—though many may have first discovered her through Melanie Martinez—has proven that she is SO much more than just "the actress who played Angelita—who also happens to make music."

1 - Planet Papparazzi



2 - Masturbating in a Coffin



3 - Unindentified Emotion



4 - Ego



5 - Only Famous For My Tits



Honorable Mention - Hell Hill

"Hell Hill" is TERRIFYING. Apparently, the song represents the beginning of a healing process—the moment one finds the courage to cross an infernal valley that symbolizes a decaying state of mind.



Elita incorporated snippets of discarded tracks here, making the song feel like some kind of corrupted file. Listening to this at 4 a.m. absolutely SCARED THE HELL OUT OF ME.

It’s not the kind of song you’d listen to on a regular basis, but it’s a fucking terrifying experience—and a perfect way to end the album.