Deena Abdelwahed’s intense, experimental sonics are the product of political strife

We first meet Deena Abdelwahed in the smoking area, right next to a hot pink, vape-branded tent, leather-jacketed clubbers drifting in and out past us to get their faces painted with glitter. The contrast with her dark, abrasive music couldn’t be starker. But in person Deena – crop-haired, wide-eyed, cheerful and friendly, her low voice accompanied by expansive gestures, is pretty difficult to reconcile with the intense, sometimes hostile sonics of her productions, too....