You can easily discern some of Blasko’s formative musical influences here: Talking Heads, New Order, Kate Bush and Michael Jackson are all somewhere in the mix. But this much more than the mere art of imitation; the album remains distinctly Blasko, with those slightly off-kilter rhythms and delicate melodies.


Along with her probing, erudite songs, the thing sets Holter apart from her alt-pop contemporaries is the clarity of sound on this record. While other indie darlings sing through that forced, I-couldn’t-give-a-shit accent or bury their voice in pursuit of an ethereal, lush soundscape, Holter’s rich vocals are front and centre, penetrating with precision.