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SCOUT NIBLETT/PICASTRO/CENTER DIVIDER

"Here's a girl and her electric guitar. Simple, yet full of doom, the acceptance of said doom and reverb. The album is a careful and personal self-described document, with so much space left in between that it's almost uncomfortable. But you feel safe in her anguish, her "self-made sweat box" (as described in the title song). There are drums, but they are sparse. Her voice is clearer and calmer than in past recordings. She still has her trademark wail, but she sings more, elongating notes however long and low she feels like. Most notable is in "Bargin," where she sings softly while abruptly strumming the guitar, "so let me play in the morning." It's a sombre, pristine moment. By the next song though, she doesn't let you forget where this angst is coming from. "Cherry Cheek Bomb" is full of hard-pressed strums and cries of "hallelujah," like a wolf moaning at the moon. Astrology and alchemy come into play as platforms for her to reach out and at the same time, let listeners in. This album is not for the faint of heart and requires patience. Give it time and space and the beauty will shine through." - Jessica Lewis exclaim.ca