Very intriguing release from this Montrealer, like a poppier, dance informed Broadcast for the Nite Jewel crowd.  Weird bits of folk, lofi post rock, dreamy scenarios, bargain basement samples.  The record seems to loose some focus at about track 5; songs like 'Grisgirs' in which for the last minute of the song we hear her singing what sounds like "meow meow meow" over and over.  Sorry that's just not my kind of weird.  The doomier stuff also fails to resonate much, I think largely because there's no mid-low range in any of the production.  Lots of compressed digi-trash which all seems to work with the indie-pixie stuff, but not with the Grouper-like chanteuse stuff.  Still, it's a cool entry.  Ladies of the indie midstream eyeing that space that Bjork used to occupy remain unfilled - take note. 

Sorry Pitchfork, this new Girls record sounds like a blander Soul Asylum sharted on a Crazy Horse record.  Can we stop the mid-90's shit-rock pilfering?  Same goes for you Kurt Vile.  Writing a boring song that resembles boring songs from 20 years ago is still writing a boring song.

The splicing geniuses return.