The real appeal of Grace Ives’ stoner-next-door routine is how exquisitely coherent her music is. Yeah, she sings about her overdraft fees (“Loose”) and getting too high to think (“Burn Bridges”), but does so with a scrappy, synth-pop confidence that makes it seem not only endurable, but also kinda heroic—a young woman building a blockbuster from the clothes-strewn sublet she calls home. The mall-rat crush of “Shelly” is instantly appealing (“Oh major major, niner niner/I wanna one-two-three-four-five her”), but the heart of the album is “Lullaby”, which toys with fatalism before deciding, “No, it’s nothing to be sad about/It’s just something I’ve been thinking about.”