Frankie Cosmos’ sixth LP, Different Talking, finds Greta Kline writing in the same breezy indie-pop mode that made her a surprise cult classic. Nothing on Different Talking dramatically outpaces former works. It’s still brisk, accessible, slickly produced, with short, twee-ish songs and dashes of witty detail. But the album’s wider canvas, a self-produced band recording session upstate, lends it a warmer, more expansive feel than her earlier recordings. The cover photo, a nostalgic black-and-white snapshot of a child at the dinner table, underlines this: like scrolling through a diary of old posts and journal entries. Different Talking connects past and present through childhood images and millennial-daylight reveries.

If you came up with Frankie Cosmos on Tumblr playlists and DIY comps, Different Talking feels like a natural evolution. There’s no desperate attempt to rebrand or chase a sound. No maximalist turn. No awkward “mature” record full of string sections and imperious arrangements. This is a band getting older, but not colder. The textures are warmer. The arrangements are looser. The lyrics are sharper than ever.

Kline’s longtime band – Alex Bailey (guitar), Hugo Stanley (drums), and Katie Von Schleicher (keys) – handled production themselves, moving the project from DIY to workshop. They nestled into an upstate for weeks, tweaking arrangements over movies and matcha breaks to become “more of a living, breathing organism” than a backing band. The result sounds remarkably cohesive: Bailey’s “antic” bassline locks in with Stanley’s syncopated drums, and Von Schleicher’s synths and piano neatly gild Kline’s melody lines. For instance, the curving bass and jerky drums on “Bitch Heart” give the song a nervous energy, careening through tempo shifts with remarkable resolve. By contrast, “One! Grey! Hair!” rides a more mid-tempo wave, with crystalline keys punctuating each exclamation of the title; in the back-and-forth, the instrumentation feels like a gentle seesaw, underscoring Kline’s anxiety about getting older.

Overall, Different Talking is sonically richer than past Frankie Cosmos records: there are surprising textures all over. The fuzzy electric guitars on “Porcelain” give that song a brittle, almost angry edge, and a sleek guitar solo winds around the chorus as Kline sings about dissociation. The LP as a whole is spare in arrangement but surprisingly busy in mood. It alternates between minimalist verses and a more anthemic chorus, a bit like if The Strokes’ crunchy guitars met early Frankie Cosmos lo-fi drums. Singer Kline herself called “Vanity” a “fucking pop anthem,” and indeed it bristles with detail (even a touch of sax-like synth melody in the background) yet remains tight. Other moments hint at genre dabbling: distorted, western-inflected slide guitar flickers behind some choruses, and the album’s quietest song, “Life Back,” uses reverb and floating vocal layers to evoke late-night insomnia. But nothing ever feels out of place. Every chord and drum hit is lovingly stitched into the tapestry.

At its core, Different Talking is as much about Greta Kline’s lyrical world as its guitars. The 17 songs (17 individual, sub-3-minute sketches) read like a stream of conscious TV episodes or a playlist of instant anthems for antisocial overthinkers. Thematically, she’s turning the lens on growing up, memory and self-discovery. Pressed into these quick songs are images of train rides, broken relationships, and the everyday absurdities of adulthood. All with a dollop of humor — and indeed Kline’s delivery wavers between wistful and wry.

The opener “Pressed Flower” exemplifies this balance. With gentle guitars and chiming toy-piano tinkles, the Kline contemplates a failed romance (or maybe the death of a simpler self) like touring an old neighborhood. The refrain “I will never love you again / I can’t even remember when” sounds like the epitaph of a youthful vow, tinged with both relief and loss. In interviews she describes the song as touching on gentrification and rebirth, and the lyric finds metaphors in city decay — passing an abandoned building, feeling ghosts of older feelings. Similarly, “One of Each” plays the indecision of early adulthood as a comic allegory: “I still don’t know what I want / I’ll take one of each.” Kline stands on a subway platform metaphorically plugging their ears, symbolizing a psychic overload. Frankie Cosmos has a gift for turning everyday neuroses into sing-song earworms.

Central to the record is a sense of suspended time. On “One! Grey! Hair!” Kline jokes with punctuation, mimicking the sudden thump that one is not 18 anymore. Here she sings, “we can all agree that time is both frozen and moving faster than we can see.” Kline’s delivery stretches “meeee” on that word playfully, giving it extra theatrical flair.)

Frankie Cosmos’ lyrics often blend the cosmic with the concrete. Take “Porcelain,” a slow burner that begins like a love song and then spirals into dissociative fear. Kline describes herself as “porcelain, you forced it / You broke a promise, I saw it” – the imagery of brittle china evokes fragility, while the electric guitar solo behind her sounds almost like shattering.

Or consider “Bitch Heart,” which buzzes with punky energy as Kline fixates on digital dependency: “I can’t go a day without touching my fucking telephone.” What starts as a punchy pop refrain (“My bitch heart is aflutter, it can be such a fucker”) ends in loops of static guitar — as if her anxiety just fades into the background noise of the city.

At the same time, Different Talking feels like Frankie Cosmos finally coming into its own. By self-producing, the band articulates a broader sound palette than on 2022’s Inner World Peace. Listeners who came up with them in the Brooklyn DIY scene might hear this as maturity, not departure. If earlier records felt like adolescent forays, Different Talking is like that diarist writing from her first apartment: hip to Internet memes but grounded in analog feeling, comparing heavy emotions to a “tote bag filled with tote bags” or infusing absurd acts (“ate your airpods”) with philosophical weight. In this way Kline is both heir and predecessor to a lineage of indie songwriters, even as she never loses her own quirky spin.

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