Though the only constant is Katie Crutchfield’s indelible voice, Ivy Tripp contains 13 perfectly contained worlds. Throughout the record you’ve got droning organs, chintzy drum machines, and dogs barking—all whizzing by your ears while strong-armed indie rock guitars stare daggers into your soul. But the real winners in this collection are the quiet times: the piano and guitar ballads that start soft and reveal thorns with repeated listens. Other noises creep in— maybe the voices of your own house. It’s a lovingly haunted record that acts as a showcase for the myriad styles Crutchfield has mastered.