“Everything tonight, everything tomorrow, everything at once,” whispers Rose Elinor Dougall on All at Once, a shadowy sister to Blondie’s Rapture. Hedonism, and the recklessness of being a twentysomething struggling in London, shape the second solo album from the former Pipette. The moody propulsion of the city’s krautrock scene – the Horrors, Toy (frontman Tom is her brother) – offer relief from the oppressive, gothic mood: here is a place filled with “devils and the demons” and “corpses lying side by side”. And there are stabs of jarring, self-aware artpop, the sort that came out of the city in the mid noughties (on Closer, a song about clinching a lover before closing time, she sings “I don’t care about your band, it’s 3.45am”). Her mystery and malady are communicated best on dreampop tracks Hell and Back and Colour of Water; moments of spaced-out, doomed romance on an album that’s otherwise a little too long and indulgent.
