“Haven’t felt right in a week,” sings Snail Mail’s Lindsey Jordan, “and I’m thinning out.” Although “Thinning” was written during a listless time in suburban Maryland, it feels relatable right now: Jordan could easily be singing about the palpable anxiety of last week’s alarming political headlines. Her voice sounds like it’s coming from a distance, perfect for a song with lines about wanting to lie face down on the floor for a whole year and the triumph of “wasting time.” “Thinning” recalls the suburban malaise of 2010 Best Coast with the darkness of Siamese Twins: lo-fi dream-pop/garage, flat affect carried by fuzzy guitars, indie-pop melodies. For a song written from a place of being sick and bored, “Thinning” feels lush, like the momentary satisfaction of crawling back into bed when the outside world is too much.