The Instinct, unlike its eerily melancholic predecessor, veers from excessive dejection, although Davis's breathy pipes implant seeds of sorrow on tracks such as "Nullaby." Nuggets like "Hold Your Breath" reek of garage-rock fumes and grrr-girly gusto, while the title track builds from a reverberated guitar line and looping effects to a crescendo of vibrant vocals and blooming choruses. The electro-fused tribal backbone of "Run Through" disperses an aural mystique, while the dreamy, effects-drenched "Welcome" floats on a beam of somber songwriting intensified by Davis's wails, which come across as those of both an old-school jazz diva and a starlet in the making.