This past week was brimming with quality material, a small sampling of its worth shining through via songs from Rosie Carney, Vacation, Carriers (x2), Numb.er, Deeper, Petal, blushh, Ryley Walker, Many Voices Speak, Eyesore & the Jinx, Thyla, and Lawn. All of those tracks, as always, are worth hearing, but this post’s focus belongs squarely to The Beths irresistible and wildly clever “Future Me Hates Me”.
Melodic, bitter, bright, and tongue-in-cheek, “Future Me Hates Me” showcases The Beths at their absolute best. Raising hell and denouncing anyone that gets in their way but sparing the worst of their jabs for themselves, “Future Me Hates Me” is a masterclass in self-deprecation. Subverting a cavalcade of pop-punk tropes and leaning on acts like the Pixies for cues as much as the best powerpop records, The Beths have crafted an anthem for the painfully self-aware.
Gaining steam as it strives forward, hopeful for more but resigned to the knowledge that a lifetime of perpetual disappointment might cultivate an unbreakable pattern, “Future She Hates Me” is a memorable run of pragmatic hopelessness packaged as a gift to the people who know exactly what that means. Turn it up and drown out any persistent negativity by celebrating that there are always measures (and means) of personal control that can be easily managed.
Listen to “Future Me Hates Me” below and pre-order the record here.