Stop what you’re doing. No, seriously: this is one of those records. Goosebumps that move like keys on the piano. Slices of Amy, shades of Erykah and Raye. Ella's one of one, no doubt about it. Melodies so arresting it’s like she's kicked in the door and come straight for that pink squishy thing beating behind your ribs. Hold the future of Australian songwriting in your hands. Watch the light splay through your fingers. You won’t forget the first time you hear this. Pinky swear.
A1. Hypnagogic Bloom
A2. My Father
A3. Buzzing
B1. My Lover
B2. Good For Me
B3. NYD
