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The Durham trio is refreshingly laissez-faire with a sound that feels like it’s delivered with a shrug. Lyrics pour out of Emily O’Sullivan like she just wants to get them all out. They flow in a steady stream until they run out and she casually peels away from the microphone (always to the left and with a sigh it seems). The lyrics may not be delivered with much velocity, but they’re still razor sharp.
“You put your hands on me and filled me with your rot. A million showers couldn’t wash away the thought,” O’Sullivan open on “Dead Meat.”
