On her third LP, Annie Clark has the affectation of a deranged nurse whose calming coos effectively hide a sinister intent. "If I ever meet the dirty policeman who roughed you up," she sweetly threatens on the balladic title cut; "Come cut me open," she coolly commands on "Surgeon," which sounds like Snow White dropping acid at a Pink Floyd show. Then there's "Champagne Year," an angelic come-down from said acid, and "Cheerleader," a sort of Tori Amos therapy session. Buzzing guitars, gurgling synths and rich strings sparkle throughout as she waltzes down the line between genius and insanity.