Courtney Barnett’s two stuck-together EPs of 2013 heralded the arrival of a huge, if self-deprecating, talent. Her chosen field may be rambling indie rock, indebted to the Velvet Underground and the slackerish neuroses of Jeffrey Lewis, but the Australian’s scope is nuanced, taking in Vegemite crumbs, house-hunting in the sad part of town (Depreston) and suicidal kids. This debut album proper lacks The Double EP’s shock value – we already know she’s good – but Sometimes… moves Barnett’s own story along with the easy percolation of one of her own songs, better produced and more varied than its predecessor.
