From auspicious beginnings with late '90s triple j darlings george, Katie Noonan's career has since ping-ponged around genres so much that nobody can accuse her of ever standing still.
Allegedly she's excited to be back in a band environment, but Transmutant is so minimalist in sonic structure, you'd be buggered to know where they actually are. If this album were a drink, it would be offensively overpriced with no discernable flavour whatsover. It's like Kate Miller-Heidke without the quirk, charm or lyrical playfulness, taking itself so painfully seriously.
