When we put U.S. Girls on our cover back in 2010, it was kind of a curveball. For one thing, not many people knew about Meghan Remy or her experimental music. For another, her music was emphatically experimental, the kind of primitive, knob-twisting, mood-processing lo-fi stuff that we’ve come to love and expect from the Siltbreeze label but which the general population never seems to notice. In fact, when Remy told me all those years ago that she dreamed of making Holland-Crozier-Holland-style pop/soul, it triggered a knee-jerk bewilderment (maybe even some shameful pity) in my brain, like when Ozzy Osbourne says he’s spent his whole life trying to sound like the Beatles. Well, you go, Ozzy, and you go, U.S. Girls: Keep breakin’ all the rules. While Remy — who now lives in Canada — hasn’t quite achieved her Supremes dreams with last year’s Gem (FatCat), she certainly turned some heads by easing up a bit on the cacophony and letting that sweet-and-sour voice come shining through the static. It’s still haunting and, to cas­ual listeners, probably a little daunting, but damn if it isn’t also catchy and pretty. Remy’s the master of her own reality.

Fri., Feb. 15, 8 p.m., $7-$10, all ages, with Birds of Maya, Slim Twig and Profligate, PhilaMOCA, 531 N. 12th St. 267-519-9651, philamoca.org.