As Blums, Brooklyn-based musician Kelsea Feder makes all we can’t touch tangible: the edge of a world crumbling, an art-pop fantasia spinning in a cycle it’s determined to break, the sound of our own eruption. Having honed her technical chops playing and singing with fellow New York scene fixtures like fantasy of a broken heart, May Rio, and Shallowhalo—all while working through a slow recording process with co-producer Kirk Palsma—her first full-length release, Sunk Cost Fantasy, arrives as a collage of all the selves she’s been on the road to its release. From a childhood spent tearing up old Hollywood musical VHS tapes, to a stint working in a jazz bar during which she started writing her own material, to time spent gigging with her own power-pop band around Bushwick, it all bleeds into the record’s ephemeral, glitchy soundscape, stitched together by lyrics itching to escape the wheel their writer has been spinning on.