I reviewed Your Best Nightmare’s self-titled EP back in July, so I was stoked when I saw they had a new release. In this new song you get a sort of 50’s sounding song mixed with overtones of horror punk all played with a ukulele and some sort of organ overtop some simple but effective drumming.

Lyrically, the whole song is about how hard it is to fit into society’s expectations of what a woman should be and how they should behave. This makes the 1950’s sound all the more appropriate since that harkens back to the day of The Donna Reed Show and other black and white tv depictions of women as caretakers who provide packed lunches to kids and martinis, a pipe and a hot dinner to her husband when he comes home from work.

The opening line hits hard: “I’m drowning myself in tonight in lipstick, beer and ice cold misery while I try to fit in with girls who do not like me.” On one level this message is universal in that I don’t need to be a woman to understand and feel the anguish that that they feel as they try to be something they’re not to win approval of people that will never like you for who you really are. That being said, as a straight white cisgender male, I don’t often have many of the same expectations thrown about me about my behavior—though I struggle to fit in the with the sports loving, handy with tools, macho dues—but I imagine there are many people who can fully connect with this experience.

She’s got more than a handful of shows coming up as well as plans to hit as far south as Florida, so after you’re done checking out the song, check out their IG and find a show and get your ass out there.

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