calculated by heavens to betsy / not what you say but how you say it

Good morn/afternoon. In K & I's album trading endeavours so far, we've covered a lot of genres. We went from hyperpop to r&b, a bit of singer-songwriter, I've even sent along Abbey Road by the Beatles. How anyone has made it to the ripe age of 19 without listening to a single Beatles album is beyond me. Last Friday, I sent her an album from a completely different genre. I showed her Calculated by Heavens To Betsy, a two-piece girl band straight from the '90s Riot Grrrl movement. It's messy, emotional, incredible in my books. It can be an off-putting sound to many just because of the sheer loudness of it, but I find that it's an album that really fits certain moods. Usually those of despair and anguish. Now, not every song was a hit for her, but I begged her, if anything, to listen to just one song off the album. My guiding light, my torture anthem, my grungy Toronto teenage sound. That song was Complicated, and it's a masterclass in conveying raw pain and feeling in the vocals. When I…