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Album Reviews

Frankie Cosmos - Next Thing

Adam Sputh

  Last spring, Greta Kline, better known as Frankie Cosmos, announced that she would no longer be playing bass in Porches in order to have more time to focus on her own music. As much as I love the chill melodies in her debut album, Zentropy, this announcement upped my anticipation as to whether or not she would show more variety. The EP Fit Me In, showed a totally different side of Frankie Cosmos with all-electronic instrumentation, a fun break that showed Kline is capable of breaking out of the box of “quiet girls playing guitar in their bedroom” that Zentropy could of placed in her in.  

For Next Thing, Kline returned to her roots of short and simple beats. Kline recognizes this, and even poked fun at herself in an Instagram post, “half the band is taking a selfie during a song…cause it’s a #sparse #arrangement.” The longest track on Next Thing is 2:34, all 15 songs together only adding up to 28 minutes. The lightness of her songs makes is almost frustrating when the 45 second “Interlude” song plays, and it’s only purpose seems to be to give a shout out to Meredith and Momo. Whoever they may be, one thing is for sure, you want to be them. Kline clearly used her extra time to focus on lyrics, as she crafts a heavenly world full of friends, dogs, and some bad days too. For me the climax of the album comes when Kline drags out “what the fuck?” at the end of  “Is It Possible / Sleep Song.” Frankie Cosmos is no longer the quiet girl who seems to be the master of awkward shyness. In Next Thing, she isn’t afraid of confrontation and looking you straight in the eyes. 

  I was actually surprised to see that Fit Me In has less than a half-an-hour playtime, as her beautifully weird and witty lines make it feel like you may have also just spent hours with friends, only just emerging from a happy haze. Kline’s wonderfully weird lines have the ability to last outside of their airtime, as you continue to think about them after they’ve passed. In the intro track “Floated In” Kline sings of two people growing drowsy together, “Now it would be bedtime if / I could close off my mind / It just flops onto you / Wet and soppy glue … You know I’d love to / Rummage through your silky pink space cap.” The achievement of Next Thing is Kline allowing us to see into her silky pink space cap of poetry, and hopefully this continues in whatever she writes next.

By Elise Morgan