When Katie Crutchfield, the indie-pop songwriter who performs under the moniker of Waxahatchee, raked in the critical praise for her 2012 debut album, American Weekend, she specialized in lo-fi gems that set confessional lyrics to concise guitar strumming and memorable hooks. Though she upped her production value and incorporated drums and bass on 2013’s excellent Cerulean Salt, she sacrificed none of the intimate qualities that make her reflections on love and loneliness so compelling. Ivy Tripp, Waxahatchee’s third album, will mark the next logical phase in Crutchfield’s artistic development when it drops later this month. The album’s lead single, “Air,” features a haunting synth line and sounds more grandiose than past Waxahatchee songs, but Crutchfield’s measured, emotive melodies remain the focal point. Her lyrics are as poignant and relatable as ever, contemplating a stagnant relationship with a lover that she left out to spoil “like a carton of milk.” Crutchfield no longer bares her soul to a bedroom eight-track, but she’s made it to the big leagues with her songwriting prowess intact. Waxahatchee performs with the Goodbye Party and Nox at 7:30 p.m. at the Black Cat, 1811 14th St. NW. $15. (202) 667-4490. blackcat.com.