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Greta Morgan, also known as Springtime Carnivore, makes music reminiscent of a theoretical soundtrack to an adult carnival. “Name On A Matchbook” is a wonderful whistling ditty. Morgan’s voice is assured in its silliness—an unintentional aesthetic that happens to give her music a kick it would otherwise probably lack. There’s a bit of The Crystals in “Matchbook”; the snare drum heavy with echo and reverb, while the melodic instruments slowly surround Morgan’s voice in a Spector-esque wall of sound. “Sun Went Black” is a bit more of a lo-fi affair—a female counterpart to the wondrous discoveries of Youth Lagoon. The drums pulse with erupting handclaps, while distorted guitars claw at whatever surface may be available. Morgan’s voice is a bit more airy than on “Matchbook”, but the tone fits.
Springtime Carnivore’s self-titled debut is produced by Richard Swift, which comes as no surprise. The early singles shimmer with warmth and confidence, displaying a mature clarity that is far easier to attain with a veteran producer. Because of this, Morgan’s greatest quality seems to be her assuredness.
