Greta Kline’s early work as Frankie Cosmos earned the New York songwriter a reputation as a dazzling twee prodigy, a teenager who deftly encapsulated the weighty uncertainties of humanity in two-minute bites of melody. On her EP , the followup to 2014’s breakout album she mocked her own press coverage, which seemed more preoccupied with her age then her work: “Have you heard? I am so young.” Every Frankie Cosmos album since has felt like an attempt to take stock of what transpired since Kline’s last release, with moving meditations on touring, friendships, and the alienation of being a public-facing figure keen on safeguarding her private life. On , her fourth studio LP and second Sub Pop release, she gamely stares down her middle twenties, that messy period where one’s early projections about the future tend to start unraveling.