Yes, please Ex Hex, give me that Bananarama-pazass, that 80s punk rock with amazing harmonies, that laid back cool-girl vibe that makes me feel like a queen, that makes me want to wear leather pants even though I would look ridiculous but also dresses up all my sorrows into rhinestones and dangerous hair styles.
People, what a gorgeous opener to any album, really
The band’s sophomore (I have not listened to their debut “Rips” yet, but I will) is the perfect release for March, a fresh, wide-eyed rock album that has amazing pop songs and utterly joyful guitar solos. Honestly, Ex Hex’ choruses are catchy but their guitar solos are the kind that dreams are made of. If only every band knew how to freshen them up like this, they’re the tangy breakfast smoothie that kicks you out of sleep in the morning.
Mary Timony, Betsy Wright and Laura Harris present an album that is full with melancholic lyrics of broken relationships, dangerous relationships and looking back, not necessarily knowing whether with relief or sadness (or maybe both). Thematically, it fits those guitar-ladden power ballads of the 80s because pure heartbreak and soul-searching always feels better if a chorus of awesome lady voices accompanies musings like “you feel so haunted but you don’t know why”.