Alex Lahey knows that the devil is in the details. Her songs may be informed by universal themes—heartbreak, love, mental health, growing up—but it’s the specificity of her lyric-writing that truly makes them relatable. There are references to cleanskin wine and Mulholland Drive in “You Don’t Think You Like People Like Me”; in “I Haven’t Been Taking Care of Myself” she sings, “I don’t care that all of my clothes smell like your secondhand smoke”; “I Want to Live With You” begins with the couplet “Let’s have a conversation between the kitchen and the living room/Let’s combine all our books and records and forget what belongs to who.” Whether addressing past relationships and her feelings when former partners moved on (“Congratulations”), romantic infatuation (“Every Day’s the Weekend”), or the mental exhaustion of burnout (“Don’t Be So Hard on Yourself”), Lahey complements her lyrical intricacies with razor-sharp guitars and giant pop hooks, a combination that makes sense of her covering Faith Hill’s “This Kiss” and the emo-punk drama of My Chemical Romance’s “Welcome to the Black Parade.” Far from one-dimensional, Lahey’s penchant for collaboration with artists such as alt-soul exponents The Cactus Channel (“Alaska”) and Melbourne songwriter Albert Salt proves she isn’t afraid to wander beyond the confines of pop-rock, with Salt’s “Glass Plains” even spotlighting her ability as a saxophonist.