A minute into “Sugar,” you think you know what kind of song is going to unfold, but then, surprise! It packs a secret, walloping punch. At 2 minutes it’s barely an exhale of emotion, but something about it shortness makes it even more intense. Like anger concentrate. Exasperation extract. Weapons-grade catharsis.
You can get her newest album, Wriggling, via Sad Cactus Records.