Drummers going solo – it’s rarely a great idea, is it? This is New Yorker Frankie Rose’s second album though, and a marked improvement on her last, which heavily hinted at what bands she’d previously been in.

Once of Crystal Stilts, Dum Dum Girls and Vivian Girls, Rose has undergone a dramatic transformation that is the sonical equivalent of exchanging Doc Martens for sparkly strappy platforms; the stern rawness of her previous work being buffed out until what remains is shiny slabs of polished and occasionally ’80s-tinged, guitar-led, vamped-up pop. While ‘Know Me’ and ‘Night Swim’ both flirt with the hallmarks of The Cure’s classic ‘Disintegration’ output, much of ‘Interstellar’ flows with an ethereal pop-lite spirit, which helps seal this as an album that is hard to ignore. Her next record should be amazing.

By Nathan Westley

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