Since emerging in 2012 with a pair of breakthrough mixtapes (Winter’s Diary, Alter Ego) that established the teenage musician as a singing/rapping double threat, Tink has epitomised Chicago’s heart and soul with diaristic lyrics and keen emotional awareness. On her sixth album, Fuck, Marry, Kill, the title says it all—here the 31-year-old musician cycles through all three choices of the titular party game, chronicling feelings of lust, devotion, uncertainty and resentment. “Are you dependable? Can I rely on you? Are you accountable? I want the whole truth,” she asks a potential partner on “Non Negotiables” over wispy guitar and finger-snap percussion, while “GANG” finds her linking with frequent collaborator G Herbo for a love song steeped in Chicago street lore. (“Boy, I won’t ever turn state/I got your bond if the Feds build a case.”) She sends an ice-cold message to a good-for-nothing ex on “Overrated”, joins forces with Bryson Tiller on the nostalgic “Can We Talk” and fires off drunk texts on the bluesy “Sin and Juice”. For a writer like Tink, even heartbreak has a purpose: “When it comes to pain, I just put it in the music,” she sings on “Live & Learn”.