Frankie Rose’s Glossy, Gorgeous “Herein Wild”

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Courtesy Fat Possum Records

Frankie Rose
Herein Wild
Fat Possum

A veteran of Brooklyn’s noise-pop scene and an alumna of Vivian Girls, Crystal Stilts and Dum Dum Girls, the singer and drummer Frankie Rose offered her own take on modern garage-punk as leader of Frankie Rose and the Outs. On last year’s Interstellar, however, she abruptly switched gears with a shiny, techno-glazed sound more conducive to dizzy reveries than disruptive excess.

The entrancing Herein Wild backtracks a bit, restoring some tension to the music while preserving the glossy sheen that flatters her sweetly engaging voice. Highlights include the gorgeous “Cliffs as High;” “Heaven,” which proves she can still raise a ruckus when the urge strikes; and “The Depths,” which mixes propulsive beats and shimmering textures to thrilling effect. On “Minor Times,” Rose sings softly, “We don’t sleep, we dream/Living in-between,” underscoring the otherworldly ambience of this alluring album.