Last year's Hopelessness was one of those albums that felt prescient to events that culminated in the election of Donald Trump. Between increasing discrimination and disgust toward minorities and genders in an era that also seems to be breaking barriers in identity, ANOHNI's debut felt like both a protest album and a fantasy vision of neo-civilization. And her first EP, Paradise, is a perfect extension of what she already started. Between the synth weirdness and lyrics that directly attack sexism and the tenets of capitalism, Paradise feels like 2017 frustration press onto one disc. Produced by Daniel Lopatin (Oneohtrix Point Never) and Ross Birchard (Hudson Mohawke), they mix their tendencies perfectly to create digital landscapes crafted right out of their mind's eyes. Lopatin's avant-garde tendencies and Birchard's hip-hop / electro fusion create unsettling music that could have come out of a dance club for robots. But this doesn't undermine ANOHNI's voice and performance, which is somewhere between R&B diva and Bowie's crooning on "Heroes." ANOHNI switches between pure pop showiness straight into subdued sing-talking that can be a little jarring at first. The album's title track was written last year, but it feels like nothing has changed in the last twelve months. ANOHNI cries out lyrics attacking the patriarchal structure that seems to be reaffirmed by the powers that be more than ever with disturbing lyrics like "My mother's love/Her gentle touch/My father's hand/Rests on my throat." The harsh riff that accompanies it almost treads into industrial music if it wasn't for the drum machines going into a beat-driven frenzy. Despite the brief length of the EP, this quickly emerges as one of the best albums of the year and a perfect listen in a world that feels like it's headed straight down the toilet.