About that sound: For three years, with producer Daniel Aged, Zsela refined her songs into recordings. “I was writing, but none of my friends knew I could sing,” she tells The New York Times. “Daniel and I built this world together.” They broke through quickly with a molten love eulogy called “Noise.” Turning heads bought them space to perfect the rest of Zsela’s song stash, but the odd anticlimax of fanfare also seasoned what was to come—an EP called Ache Of Victory. “OK, you won, now what,” she asks, in lieu of a title explanation, “victory is stagnant.” The paradox recurs in an EP that was as painful to make as it is pleasurable to hear. Same way that having the facts hits way different than wanting them. So shut this thing down and put Zsela back on. It’s not safe to read your phone while you’re driving around at night crying.