At times it feels as though the song might snap in two as it’s carried only by Felice’s delicate and vulnerable breathy voice.
The songs use imagery as sparse as the arrangement but capture whole tales in their verses. And you'd except as much from a songwriter with a literary career like Felice's. The songs turn from the personal to wider social commentary with a deft touch. The balance of lyrics and music echoes a key element on the record – space. Too often all sense of space is squashed out of a record but here Felice allows it to sit nicely amongst the guitars, pianos and harmonies.
At times it feels as though the song might snap in two as it's carried only by Felice's delicate and vulnerable breathy voice. At others, the backing vocals come in and propel the song to an ecstatic Elbow-esque climax, albeit notably more stripped back and lo-fi. A fairly accurate comparison would be to Perth's own Benedict Moleta; stark, understated and fine threads of narrative through the lyrics. It's not too polished, and it's not too self-reflective, making it a worthwhile solo debut.