Kicking off with a guitar riff equally at home in baroque counterpoint as a rock song, half a minute later "Elephants" pounds as ferociously as its pachyderm namesakes.

The juxtaposition of delicate melody and punishing dissonance over Warpaint’s relentless rhythm section is masterful—like The Doors on a different brand of otherworldly steroids.

And when I close my eyes I feel the crushing force of the relationship evoked by Emily Kokal’s lyrics. She inhabits the dark side of affection (and lack thereof), left unexplored in pop today, to devastating effect.

Dire stuff, but riveting.