The finished album is a thoroughly lived-in document of a complicated romance: no longer genre exercise in yearning but a philosophical inquiry into it.
She studs the album with suitably unsubtle metaphors: fake diamonds, glitter, candy. At first, the songs sound as unthinkingly lovely as anything within the 'sapphic yearning' strain of indie pop (think Clairo or girl in red). Repeat listens reveal a more jagged and complex version of intimacy, one replete with well-navigated confusion and contradictions.
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