Crafting lyricism with candid veracity, Brimheim’s brand of indie rock provides the unexpected yet catchy. Imagine the illegitimate love child of Florence Welsh and PJ Harvey — a goth teen who listens to Radiohead and reads Murakami. Articulate phrases run their nails along her day-to-day attempts to decipher the ‘how to’ of happiness. Naturally, an underlying current of anxiety undulates throughout, but occasional flowerings of hope and humor offer a welcome and contrasting fragrance.