Album of the Day: Now That's What I Call Little Hag

Album of the Day: Now That's What I Call Little Hag - Little Hag

Now That's What I Call Little Hag (2024) - Little Hag

Thirteen tracks about being horny, dissatisfied, and resentful. The variety of instrumentation keeps the attention just as much as the lyrics. Different flavors of EDM flares are present throughout tracks. Plain Jane rock 'n' roll powers songs like "Oops!" and "1000 Birds." "Hell Yes," an all time favorite, manages acoustic, power chords, and experimental electronic flourishes. The cover art sums it all up--there's a little bit of everything, and it's all representative of Little Hag.

Oh, and the opener, "The Machine" is about singer Avery Mandeville's vibrator and also manages to capture a bit of current cultural milieu. Head over to r/myboyfriendisai for insight. Or don't, if you value your peace of mind.

It gets a bit tired in the second half, but perhaps you're not supposed sit down with a modern rock album. Perhaps you pick a few tracks to obsess over, then a few more, then the rest. That's how I did it last year and continue to do this year. Long live Little Hag. Here's an under-viewed live track:

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