Glenn the Dawg
All My Friends
Whites Not My Color This Evening
Trick or Treat Dancefloor
There’s a sly intelligence bubbling under the angst of Cherry Glazerr’s debut album that gives its chunky yet nimble metal-pop a provocative edge. For all its fuzzed-out guitar riffs and minimalist beats, Haxel Princess is surprisingly light on its feet, making it a more playful cousin to the ‘90s-era work of Sonic Youth, The Breeders, and Belly. Frontwoman Clementine Creevy delivers the L.A.-based quartet’s songs in cooing tones that seem both detached and subtly mocking. As a songwriter, she has a knack for serving up deadpan high school snapshots (“Teenage Girl”), woozy paranoid sketches (“Trick or Treat Dancefloor”), and unfiltered love/hate confessions (“Bloody Bandaid”). The band slinks through “Grilled Cheese,” waltzes and lunges on “Glenn the Dawg,” and cuts loose with punk fury on “White’s Not My Color This Evening.” Taken as a whole, the album plunges listeners into a dystopian adolescent world where boredom, fear, and lust are redeemed by joyful noise and cheeky humor. If Haxel Princess is any indication, Cherry Glazerr are the sort of smart, tuneful, and lovably trashy combo of which rabid cult fandoms are made.