Watch the video for 'Blindspot': bayonet.nyc/blindspot
Watch the video for 'Permissions': bayonet.nyc/permissions

Watch the video for 'Haircut': bayonet.nyc/haircut

01 The Mechanic
02 Two Poets
03 Home
04 There She Is
05 Haircut
06 Potential Control Freak
07 Permissions
08 Oleander
09 Blindspot
10 The Road

Out February 19, 2021!

The Tipping Scale is a gorgeously sung cycle of songs that mix deeply personal lyrics with universal themes; Kinlaw is a smart, conceptual writer, one not afraid to explore deep emotions like loss, regret, and confusion, alongside strength, identity, and change. She explains that The Tipping Scale is an ideal metaphor for the record, the idea of an ever-present slipping in and out of change, and an acceptance of this kind of change. On it, she unravels intimate memories and tries to learn from them. As you listen to her songs and decode her words, you realize she’s not just building songs, she’s also creating a home—where painful thoughts of the past can exist within the present—as well as an entirely new, unflinching universe.

This universe she created is not metaphorical—it’s, in fact, very real. Kinlaw, who often works with gesture and movement as a writing tool, found The Tipping Scale unifying her multidisciplinary practice. She found it by building a real world. As she wrote, with the goal of finding human entry points for storytelling that felt authentic and honest to her practice, she often saw the music relating to motion. “I would start with a gesture and let it build into something until a memory attached itself to it,” She explains. “The memory would become a story and the story would reveal itself as something important that needed to be expressed in this album.” This works, too, for the lyrical process, where harder and less smooth gestures would represent consonants, and smooth, flowing movements would become vowels. She found the same thing happening with melodic lines and key changes. This is a record that jolts between the corporeal and the psychological, drawn from a flailing body, anchored by inconvenient truths.