“There is a house in Everett that hums all the time.”

Haven’t heard from Seattle’s strangest son superstar of blockbust big-screen bad dreams and gladhearted general purveyor of all things slightly disturbing, moving and first time, every time, all the time perfect, Perfume Genius for a few lonely minutes now and so it is with joy immeasurable and comfort impossible that we return to this, the haunted home movie for the cracked and comely “Everett” whilst waiting for his LP to hit the real world.