During an unpleasant portion of my life, I used to go to pretentious coffeehouses, clapping politely to the latest Dylan wanna-be singing “sensitive” songs.
Like a large jewelry box, The Valentine Singles contains four 45s. Woozy from umbrella-topped drinks but not tipsy enough to falter from perfect elegance feel.
All 12 songs meld big ’90s guitarrorism, organic samples, and an obsessive-compulsive attention to detail with bright harmonies and indelible choruses.
Hello is well-manicured, accessible femme eclectica that tries on styles like Salvation Army fatigues, overlaid with unlocked-diary imagery alternately potent.