First Transmission: Deanna Petcoff, Terribly True.

Formerly of Canadian four-piece Pins & Needles, Toronto native Deanna Petcoff is and was – or was and is, on the promise of Terribly True alone – quite right to scratch itchy feet and go solo. Because so textured an auricular tapestry is this one, that other weavers, seemingly, would simply have gotten in her most nimble of ways: melodies reminiscent of fellow dee daas Richard Hawley and Alex Turner (think his meek soundtrack to Richard Ayoade’s Submarine, rather than all those knowingly louche Elvis impersonations) have been interwoven with a pre-chorus redolent of Coldplay’s Green Eyes and a subsequent chorus that, perhaps improbably, recalls Lenny Kravitz’ It Ain’t Over ’Til It’s Over. This isn’t to say, nor even suggest, that Terribly True is some impossibly polished, impersonal major-label machination; conversely, bits of the above have been fed through a lo-fi filter, as dawdling guitar lines trip over lyrics concerning “never put[ting] in the effort.” But so widescreen and highly defined is its chorus, that Petcoff can honestly – and in spite of alleged indecisions on her part (“I can’t make up my mind/ About what I wanna do/ I would trust my instincts/ But they lie to me like I lie to you”) – make of herself whatever she so wishes…

Deanna Petcoff’s SoundCloud.