Winston has a baby-doll squeak in her voice they could be cloying if it wasn't hoisting lyrics like "slice my starry eye / light his coat in turpentine / kill the bitch that bats an eye / at Elvis." The arrangement on the EP's title strike a similar balance. She pays off a few potentially tired indie-pop tropes (glock, side sticks) with some groovy `70's horns and . . . is that a banjo in there?
Well played Winston.
Yours,
Winston
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