SK can kinda come off as familiar female singer/songwriter full-a quirk. Wit in the midst of detachment, dips into absurdist wordplay, assortment of vocal flourishes/complete lack of vocal flourishes, anything-goes arrangements; e.g. tense violin jabbin' joined by the boingy-boings of a mouth harp. It can feel clunky and stiff at times, but most of the material here prevails -- the unpredictable mixes of organicity with keyboard mishmash and cheap drum machine are usually wrapped around quite a winsome pop tune. Highlights include killer sorta-centerpiece "Kimono Hill", somber spoken-worder for suffering specks (i.e. you) "A Bug on a Rug in a Building", and that one where she grasps that heartache and uniqueness can go hand in hand. Which is why I like when she finds her sugar bunny at the end; tho of course it's hard to tell if she really did or is just mocking those who have.
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