This surprise subsides about 30 seconds later when what follows is something that sounds a bit like a female Owl City with some token dubstep that doesn't fit. At all.
Comparisons with artists such as Owl City and Hurts are inevitable as she explores similar, slightly unfortunate territory. The album is full of songs like 'Toes', one of the single releases. They are heavy on both pop and synth but the two elements don't ever gel and her X Factor-y voice starts to grate a couple of songs in.
"It seems we fear our own tears more than we fear tear gas" is typical of the kind of lyrics that threaten considerable cringing so it is advisable that you don't focus too much on them.
It is not completely void of okay-ish tracks. 'Suspension' has a slight charm to it but 'Flux and Flow' is ruined by more awful rapping by a man called Shad (also responsible for the drivel quoted above). She seems to be aiming for the realm of the pop guilty pleasure but flops somewhere closer to Katy Perry than Robyn's excellent 'Body Talk' which she occasionally tries (and fails miserably) to plagiarise. By far the best track is the 9 minute long voiceless finale 'Day One' but that is mostly because she has stopped squeaking away.
Verdict: Barely passable.
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