As all good goths know, tasseomancy means divination by tea leaf: a majestic word for a miserable waste of time. At first contact, this Canadian collective’s third album seems equally pointless. Heart-shrinkingly twee, it drips from the speakers with its inexcusable song titles (Jimi Infiniti, Dead Can Dance & Neil Young), occasionally being mistaken for a tropical-house remix of Wuthering Heights. About halfway through the beautiful title track, it becomes obvious that this awful idea is rather wonderful. After the year we’ve had, there’s time for an album that’s essentially a huge weird cuddle. Do Easy is harmless, a little preposterous and quite beguiling – just like all good goths.
