
Effervescent and irreverent as her lyrics may be, there’s also the speed with which they flash by, each line a new image (or “photograph,” as she says), something akin to channel surfing. McKee’s brand of pop is flighty. Her songs are about a kind of movement; as she clicks rapidly through her references, she’s crashing and burning through a kind of cultural sugar rush, appropriating bits of movies and TV into her own life story. Even if they’re false, flimsy or ill-fitting, she tries them on and wears them out.
Getting the recognition she deserves. Can’t wait for this album.
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