Amor Fati



Photography by Gavin BenjaminChristiane Dolores Quantum Witch, the Nico for our times
“It all makes sense to me now,” Christiane Dolores chants on her new EP, Amor Fati, and the undercurrent of danger lurking in her fallen-angel voice demands we imagine just what sort of horrifying apocalypse she and her chill organ grooves are watching unfold.

Pittsburgh’s spookiest post-soul lyricist has been singing lush, Afro-futurist hymns to a broken universe since the turn of the millennium. Amor Fati slows her beats down and gives her words room to breathe, moving her vibe from the dance floor to a secret lounge where we can imagine sipping alchemic mystery potions while listening to her croon.–Stephen H. Segal

NEW I.P. REMIX by Chris Owl & Soy Sos


Recorded at the Church Recording Studios
Funding provided by Advancing the Black Arts

I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things; then I shall be one of those who make things beautiful. Amor fati: let that be my love henceforth! I do not want to wage war against what is ugly. I do not want to accuse; I do not even want to accuse those who accuse. Looking away shall be my only negation. And all in all and on the whole: some day I wish to be only a Yes-sayer.—Friedrich Nietzsche