Let’s Eat Grandma are a pair of near-identical teenage girls from a strange and distant kingdom called Norwich who deal in glacial gothic pop and brittle folky weirdness. Lorde comparisons are inevitable, although Let’s Eat Grandma seem unbothered about playing the game: Deep Six Textbook hovers for five-and-half-minutes, eschewing any kind of chorus for a brief glockenspiel solo and some inscrutable warbling about starfish and cat’s eyes. What can it all mean? Not sure, but don’t blame us if your garden is suddenly overrun with weeds and you’ve turned into a frog.