The introductory coulda-been-dead shoulda-helped-him mystery body that Aussie singer-punker-songwriter Georgia Maq walks past may come off a tad trite, but her ineffable performance paints the picture perfectly and pulls you in pronto -- a pattern which follows for the full duration of this no-frills no-filler helluva debut, minus the trite and renewed with the personal+remarkable. All at once a desensitized+medicated hospital worker too weak to hold her guitar, an anxious busker ignored by tranq-toting classmates, a truth-craving textbook devotee and somber stepfather dedicator; 'Lost' is how she feels inside and what she watches in bed when her separated sig-other is on tour "out feeling everything", breakup heartbreak slightly wanes when she hears the ex's new boo was Tinder-borne, the rationale of career cat-callers and good-guy-with-gun facilitators is decried in an understated anthem so stunningly rousing it deserves a sincere salute, and she uses the goddamn Australian slang version of 'grouse' to describe smoochin' a dude to Tigers Jaw. Though grateful for the modest oomph that accompanying drums-n-bass provide -- particularly dat playful bass -- peepzin' solo sets via YouTube prove she and these tunes are no less wonderful on their unadorned own. I mean, the charismatically detailed scenarios are one thing. The doubt, the anger, the dire defeatism, the glimmers of hope, the perpetually palpable passion, the relationship goalz of being losers forever and drinking coffee in bed together? They go a long way.
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