Across Comfort To Me, these unique stories resemble the world in a new, morbid and funny, light.
The stellar production of the record rambles up this depth. No track feels wasted, nor overlapped by another. Rather, the opening instrumental shriek, or mutter, of a guitar or drum sets the tone for each track. And to boot: vocalist Amy Taylor’s sing-songy infliction, with some help of her riveting Australian accent, amplifies the record.