Her voice is an extraordinary instrument: both disarmingly conversational and glacially detached.
It has something of the bedsit urbanity of Anna Domino, Marine Girls, Antena, or Helen Johnstone - stoned and deadpan - but it can also summon a gothic intensity that Nico or Kendra Smith would approve of.
This voice is the perfect embodiment of dal Forno's emotionally ambiguous songs: their lyrics rooted in the everyday, observing and exposing a series of uncomfortable truths.
ast Moving Cars' and hat You Gonna Do Now?' weigh up claustrophobia against loneliness, inertia against acceleration, doubling down versus taking off; the title track acknowledges the provisional nature of love and "real" intimacy, then decides to brave it anyway.
By the time we arrive at the startlingly sparse he Same Reply', the sense of dejection is absolute.