My 10yr old was jumping up and down knee deep in the mud at the river yelling "Look at me!"
God I love that boy!

IamZIMO - Look At Me!

Emerging from the wreckage of distortion pedals, broken bottles, and burned-out amps, Milli Maddox unleashes Tougher Than Balls — an album that doesn’t just make noise, it threatens your safety. This is the sound of sweat, spit, and shredded vocal cords. It’s raw, reckless, and refuses to ask for permission.

Tougher Than Balls drags you through alleyways of slurred chants, filthy basslines, and guitars that sound like they’re about to catch fire. Maddox delivers track after track that could double as the soundtrack to a bar fight in hell.

There’s no polish, no pretense — just pure aggression, dirty hooks, and lyrics that hit like a busted beer bottle to the jaw. Her voice swings between desperate howls, guttural sneers, and chantable punk mantras that demand to be screamed back at full volume.

Sexy? Terrifying? Both. Maddox commands attention like a siren luring you to crash. Tougher Than Balls is proof that noise rock still has teeth — and it’s ready to bite.