Light, acoustic, melodic, earnestly upful pop such as this might seem destined for yogurt ads on telly, but it only seems that way.
It's certainly not Stainton's fault that her idiom appeals so much to advertising execs; and it'll be the very authenticity of the upfulness that makes the lightbulbs go off in suity heads, if they do. Her real subject matter? Lisbee is a stoic solipsist existing chiefly on a diet of grave self-questioning and ultra-idiomatic melody. She's talented.