The Facts of Life

The Facts of Life sounds like a cold compress applied to a feverish brow: soothing at first touch, but possessing an underlying chill that never quite dissipates. It is the sonic equivalent of a high-end department store after hours, where the fluorescent lights hum with a sterile, lonely energy.

Sarah Nixey’s vocals are delivered in a conspiratorial whisper, as if she is leaning in to tell you a secret that might ruin your life, all while the music maintains a polite, mid-tempo electronic pulse.