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Sure, most of the album’s songs clock in at a minute or two, but you’ll enjoy every splendid second. Like a good granola bar, it’s equal parts sweet and salty. “Jacuzzi Dance Club” is a sugar rush, whereas “2 Loud” is a stompin’ and clappin’ sticky lament. With a knack for spooky melodies (check out “Graveyard”) and confessional lyrics that are both witty and charming, it’s like walking into a parlour of perfectly weird pop minimalism. Tracks like ‘Trippin or Fallin’ and ‘Fuck Regret’ draw comparison to musical innovators like Daniel Johnston. Tracks like “Save me from the Weekend” perfectly pair her Newsome-esque voice to a swirling old organ and work very well for her. |