Anita Lester's well-imagined little project sometimes veers just that bit much towards trying to be art. But when it does work, it's a thing of some theatrical style and grace, both a little self-conscious and self-aware; but maybe that's part of the conceit. When she/they/it look/s inward, it's chamber pop that's revealing something of herself, or at least the character. Then it throws its arms open – like on the closing Volcano – and gets a bit grander, lacking only the 100-piece orchestra in a coliseum that it kinda feels is demanded.
