A catchy song about a slacker (remember those?) who has an anaphylactic panic-attack while cleaning up her yard. But with sly references to smoking bongs (she's no good at it) and Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction, it's actually all rather fun. Credit the storytelling chops of this twenty-something Melbourne singer-songwriter, who unspools matter-of-fact tales like barstool revelations. Another round, please.