Moodiness is cultivated, though - it isn't something you just inherit because you have a piano and a whispery voice. There are no standout songs on The Thing that Feels, and at times it's hard to tell that a track has changed. There is virtually no variance in tone or tempo. If Fury's biggest crime is being repetitive, then this isn't necessarily an awful album. Lyrically, The Thing that Feels is often interesting, sometimes mundane but at the very least creative.
Fury likes to sing about lost souls, phantom loves and isolation.
At its best, The Thing that Feels has some dark and moody lyrics good for depressed contemplation and reflection. This is where The Thing that Feels fails. It is a car pointed in the right direction, but with no gas and possibly even no wheels.