“You don’t know me, bitch.” Near the end of her new album Bloodless, on a minimal ballad called “Proof,” Samia Finnerty unfurls those words as defiantly as one can when singing in a trembling whisper. In the most intimate moment on an album full of indie-rock confessionals, this is her message, delivered firmly even at a volume that suggests she’s trying not to wake anybody up. It’s addressed to a fickle flirt, a guy who loves her “like a child’s toy or cigarette,” but it’s possible to hear that quiet diss as a takedown of listeners who think they’ve got Samia pegged.
