"Cut it up, put it in my hand/You've become my joy you understand/Got a little colour in the pan/I love it." So begins
Aldous Harding
's fourth long-player, the reliably likable and often inscrutable
Warm Chris
. Like 2019's eccentric yet ultimately accessible
Designer
, the ten-song set drifts along at its own leisurely pace, pairing wry/sad/moving/surreal lyrics with breezy, slightly skewed pop melodies that suggest
Lana Del Ray
by way of
Os Mutantes
. Produced in a fittingly organic manner by frequent collaborator
John Parish
,
Harding
's songs often feel like they've been captured in real time. Early album gems like "Ennui," "Fever," and the bustling "Lawn" grow more robust and confident as they progress, and when
unearths a potent bit of prose ("time flies when you're writing B-sides"), you can hear the delight in her voice. Mirth and wicked merriment aside, there are deep undercurrents of melancholy that weave their way into
' sparer moments. The jazzy "Bubbles" and the poignant "She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain" (not the song you're thinking of) showcase
's deft hand at balancing idiosyncrasy with vulnerability -- "Love is the name of the game/You made such a mountain/She won't be coming round," she laments on the latter cut. Contributions from
H. Hawkline
Seb Rochford
, and
Sleaford Mods
'
Jason Williamson
are mostly subtle, though
Williamson
does lend an air of menace to the feisty closer "Leathery Whip." Like its three predecessors,
blazes its own trail, and following along can sometimes feel like grasping at the last vestiges of a late-morning dream. It's both compelling and confounding, like
herself. ~ James Christopher Monger