Sep 26, 2019

I love all this dark-edged stuff coming out of Chicago. It’s urgent and just loose enough to feel like it can bring you solace, even when Christine Wolf is lamenting a nagging sense that you made a wrong decision somewhere back there or that someone you knew once is now a complete stranger. Some of the songs have some more basic, classic punk-inspired riffs which work fine and do the trick. But these folks really shine on tracks like “Hands and Eyes” where the post-punk really comes out, both slightly dissonant and symphonic where the depth of Wolf’s range is on full display. That song is who the young me who loved Veruca Salt has grown into. –Theresa W. (Self-released)