Klein is caught in a lie. On a weekday afternoon in New York, she asks me to meet her at a gallery on Canal Street for our interview, but she brought along her uncle—an incredibly tall Nigerian man in a suit with a firm handshake—who, like most of her family, has no clue she’s been making some of the most unpredictable and deeply personal electronic music out for nearly a decade. Klein, in town from South London, explains what’s going on to him as something like a school project for her