I’m sorry, what? Oh, right. Yeah, no, I know, you’ve probably seen it by now. Maybe less stunned than doing that creepy-eager Jack Nicholson nod-gif thing.
And now that I’m sure that everybody’s enjoyed that arguably NSFW piece of work, you may feel free to carry on. Aina very well may be; this Try Aina Doing Different Things approach to what I can only imagine is a series of trial runs for a solo career seems to have found a much happier home than where she’s been before.
For those curious about the music (THAT’S WHAT THIS DANG SITE IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT KEEP YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER!), it’s a nice recall to where Aina was first looking as a singer outside of idol. Her languid voice worked pretty well for Japanized R&B, and it works really well here in that more sultry, sumptuous, whiskey-and-cigars context too, like city pop on a slow-burning bender. Of course she can sing just about anything, but this I think is at worst her second wheelhouse.