Magical record, abetted by the fact that their drummer, Palmolive, left the band right before the recording. There are lots of lovely tom-tom sounds across this album, but it’s really about Gina, Vicky, and Ana singing across these little nets of violin and guitar and junk shop percussion. Can literally not get enough of this album. How would you even describe this to the police if someone stole your copy? “Ah yes there’s lots of piano and violin and spider plant guitar bits and some singing and it’s punk but also very mellow except for the very last song, which has the drummer out of This Heat. Please find it!” Genuinely the quietest drumming of an album that actually has drumming.