It's the kind of keening, inflected vocals that could drive you nuts, but something about Frances Quinlan's performance wins me over. Not quite twee, not quite emo - there's a Mountain Goats // Okkervil insistence, a sincerity, a desperation, a well-balanced skeletal mix that leave you bare, a Microphonesian elementalism that keeps it out of your cynisism's clumsy reach, flashes of tuneful joy to make the fall a thrill.
Everything falls apart in acoustic clatter, Frances's voice a whirlwind of flame in the center 4/5
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