Using only battery operated keyboards and electronics as instruments, Ashworth has created a hybrid strain of raw, emotional, and very homemade synth pop that is as influenced as much by film and literature as by its more obvious musical counterparts. CFTPA's claustrophobic two-minute character studies shudder with reverbed beats, blown-out chords, simple-but-infectous melodies, layered beneath the sometimes funny but always heartbreaking lyrics of Ashworth's sighing baritone.

"Toby, Take A Bow"

I've never seen you so awful
I found you at the bottom of a Russian novel
Gold medal and a crown
A cardigan and a frown
All maladjusted and clever
The greatest Smiths fan ever
Your picture in the paper and the captions shout,
"There is a boy and he never goes out"
That same song on repeat
You haven't left the house in weeks
Won't even come out for dinner
Toby Grace, world record winner
I guess you thought it would make you feel better somehow
But heaven knows you're miserable now
Heaven knows you're miserable now
Heaven knows you're miserable now
So Toby, take a bow.

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