That is, a wispy vocalist who writes (literal) bedroom indie rock songs from the heart that punch you in the gut. The heartache-on-sleeve lyricism occasionally veers into the melodramatic (“Passed you on a side street / Brushed across your wrist like a razor blade”), but it’s forgiven because of the sheer honesty offered.

Her pop sensibility reveals itself over time (especially “Benadryl Dreams” and “Out Worn”), while her contemplative guitar playing matches her yearning (“I don’t only want to love you, I want something that I can’t replace”).

A promising Collection, indeed.