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“Mercury Retort,” “Static Touch,” “The Cage is Gold”

Dual Ignition is out now on Negative Space Records. A joint North American and European tour begins in October. bella spark, kama oxi

Kama Oxi, by contrast, is a maximalist entity. A vocalist and performance artist whose register swings from a whisper to a guttural roar, Oxi treats the studio like a sacred ritual space. Where Spark removes, Oxi adds—distortion, reverb, emotion, chaos. A vocalist and performance artist whose register swings

There is no designated “lead.” The power shifts like a seesaw. In one song, Spark will cut the drums entirely, leaving Oxi exposed and aching. In the next, Oxi will walk off stage, forcing Spark to sing—something she rarely does—revealing a fragile, autotune-cracked tenor that breaks the audience’s heart. Bella Spark and Kama Oxi are not a supergroup. They are a controlled explosion. In a music landscape obsessed with vibe curation and playlist smoothness, their work is bracing because it refuses to be comfortable. They remind us that the best collaborations aren’t the ones that blend perfectly, but the ones that dare to burn. In one song, Spark will cut the drums

“I used to think a perfect track was a clean one,” Spark admits, leaning over a modular synth rig. “Then Kama came in and threw coffee on the blueprint.” Their latest collaborative EP, Dual Ignition , is a masterclass in complementary tension. The opening track, “Mercury Retort,” begins with Spark’s signature click-track heartbeat. Just as the listener settles into the groove, Oxi’s vocal tears through the center—not singing over the beat, but arguing with it.

“Bella gives me the cage,” Oxi says, laughing. “I get to rattle the bars. But the cage is beautiful. It’s made of gold.” On stage, the dynamic is even more arresting. Spark stands stationary behind a laptop and a single microphone, dressed in monochrome, eyes fixed on her faders. Oxi, meanwhile, is a hurricane—climbing monitors, looping her own voice into delay pedals, sometimes silent for entire verses, letting Spark’s cold pulse carry the weight before erupting.