Toronto basement parties, pirate-radio ghosts drifting in from across the Atlantic, her mother’s soul records warping in the summer heat—all of these things converge on Rochelle Jordan’s third studio album, Through The Wall. Like she’s stepping off a late-night flight at LAX, hair damp, heels clacking on the tarmac, sunglasses on in the pitch darkness, Jordan moves through the record carrying both the detritus of a decade-long detour and the poise of someone who’s lived through multiple nearly-were moments and industry limbo. Her voice sounds like it’s both reminiscing and predicting, as if the cool precision of Aaliyah and the pulse of early Hyperdub have found a midpoint inside her.

Across 17 tracks, Jordan and longtime collaborator KLSH—alongside KAYTRANADA, DāM-Funk, Jimmy Edgar, and Terry Hunter—build a nocturnal architecture of house, late-’90s garage, and alternative R&B. “Crave” pulses like neon under wet asphalt, “Sweet Sensation” drapes itself in silky shadows and late-night warmth, and “Ladida” arrives with a sing-rap strut that feels both inviting and intimidating.

In its quietest moments, Through The Wall traces the edges of absence and presence. Every breath and angled note carries a sense of memory—of nights stretched too long and rooms she moved through alone. The album never directs you outright, but by its end, you’ve drifted exactly where she meant to take you.

– Read our December cover story with Rochelle Jordan –