We were all knocked out by the Frankie Rose and the Outs album in 2010; the effortlessness of its gorgeous girl-pop mantras, the intimate immensity of its Spector-esque walls of reverb, the beauty of a song sung sweetly over the most graceful two-chord vamps. But are we ready for the new Frankie Rose? Interstellar is a revelation, an album that floats free of its maker’s history—time spent with Vivian Girls, Dum Dum Girls and Crystal Stilts—and offers the listener something strangely other, as alien as it is familiar, as compelling as it is enchanting.
