Evoking the downcast slowcore emissions of early Red House Painters, the hushed lo-fi bedroom pop of Florist, and the intimate indie-folk of Phoebe Bridgers, the debut album from Denton, Texas' Crisman is as soundly constructed as it is emotionally friable. Led by singer/songwriter Madeline Crisman Dowd, the band, which also includes Dallas musician Boone Patrello (aka Dead Sullivan), excels at crafting overcast melodies that flit between comfort and malaise. Watery opener "Portrait" provides ample space for Dowd's plain, but effortlessly likable voice to wander about, and features a hook-lined chorus that's steeped in the knotty indie rock prettiness of fellow lo-fi mood-casters like Proper Ornaments and Goon. The lovely "Surprise" and "Cya" follow suit, with the former awash in softly disorienting time shifts and the latter allowing its delicate features to slowly disintegrate into a hissing viper pit of untethered distortion. "Icee Blue," despite its summery piano and spry bike-riding imagery, is mired in the innate tumultuousness of youth, with Dowd declaring "I'd like to twist off my head for a moment or two/all I think about is you." The bulk of Crisman's ten tracks are updated versions of songs from the group's 2018 demo The Crisman Tape, which adopted a significantly more lo-fi approach to the material. There's a warm-ish patina at play here that suggests the band is willing to expand their bedroom pop to other areas of the house, but Crisman ultimately retains enough of the homespun aesthetic of its predecessor to please the D.I.Y. crowd.