Last year saw the release of Girls’ wonderfully sublime Broken Dreams Club and the title spoke for itself, packed with lyrical pessimism and melancholic guitar riffs; it was hard not to become absorbed into this dystopian world, abundant with existentialism and heartbreak. Nearly a year later and it was announced that Girls’ sophomore effort Father, Son, Holy Ghost would be released through Fantasytrashcan/Turnstile in September. The title already evokes religious themes with the abbreviated version of religious reference, ‘The Father, The Son and the Holy Ghost’.

Following on from this initial preconception, lead single and unfortunately titled ‘Vomit’ perfectly continues the themes featured on Broken Dreams Club but instead of lamenting on the loneliness previously encompassed, Christopher Owens repeats ‘Looking for love’, backed up by faint gospel vocals and a glam reminiscent guitar riff. Throughout the 6 minutes and 28 seconds, the song crescendos from a detached emotional wreck to unmasked positivity, climaxing with Owens ingeminating ‘Come into my heart’. The warbling gospel vocal in the background gives the song a church choir atmosphere that permeates through parts of the album.

On ‘Just a Song’, Owens sums up the inevitable woes of the modern man, faltering whilst exclaiming ‘Feels like nobody’s happy now’. It feels as if he has a crystal clear perception of unhappiness, almost embedding thoughts deeply into the listener’s mind. The lyric ‘Love, it’s just a song’ embeds itself further into the listener’s brain with every reiteration. Repetition is unrelentingly used and its super effective as certain lines are stuck in your head like bubblegum to the underside of a school desk. ‘Magic’ showcases a guitar riff T Rex would be proud of and you can fully see where comparisons such as Buddy Holly come from.

Standout track ‘Forgiveness’ stands at nearly 8 minutes and is by far the most epic point on Father, Son, Holy Ghost. A slow builder with emotional confessions galore, frequenting relaxing guitar strumming accompanies one of the best lyrics this year, "Nothing’s going to get any better if you’re drowning in your fear." Christopher Owens writes lyrics so painfully personal it’s hard to tell whether he’s revealing more than he should about himself or is just exceptionally good at tapping into other’s confounding emotions.

Although the first thought that came to my mind was that Father, Son, Holy Ghost is a lot more Google friendly than ‘Album’, after a few listens it became apparent that the album is aptly titled as the album is as ethereal as the listening experience. You could almost go as far to say that Christopher Owens is a lyrical genius as the understated but powerful guitar riffs accompanied by layered violin and piano sometimes fade into the background. This could easily be contender for album of the year as Girls have surpassed expectations with this emotionally asphyxiating masterpiece.