Gentrifried Chicken

Punch A Nazi

Pottymouth

Bitch Theme

Despite

Eat Them

The song’s narrator turns away from a world of constant digital noise—screens that “never sleep,” satellites overhead, and the “glass eyes” of smartphones—seeking refuge in silence and tangible reality.  “Technophobia” becomes less a literal fear of machines than a quiet rebellion: folding the map and pulling the plug to resist the endless updates and invisible networks that blur what is genuine.  The half-spoken bridge underscores a feeling of isolation—“a signal lost, a story untold”—as the speaker slips outside the connected world.  By ending with the confession, “It’s all too much—I just want everything to be real,” the lyric captures a weary longing for authenticity in an age when technology feels overwhelming and reality itself seems mediated.

TECHNOPHOBIA

Nobody's Fool

Lost Time

Men Explain Things to Me

Dig Me Out

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le tigre - get off the internet

Sistahs

Fall Asleep

When Tacocat first started, the world they were responding to was vastly different from the current Seattle scene of diverse voices they’ve helped foster. It was a world of house shows, booking DIY tours on MySpace, and writing funny, deliriously catchy feminist pop-punk songs when feminism was the quickest way to alienate yourself from the then-en vogue garage-rock bros. Their lyrical honesty, humor, and hit-making sensibilities have built the band a fiercely devoted fanbase over the years, one that has followed them from basements to dive bars to sold-out shows at the Showbox. Every step along the way has been a seamless progression—from silly songs about Tonya Harding and psychic cats to calling out catcallers and poking fun at entitled weekend-warrior tech jerks.

This Mess is a Place, Tacocat’s 4th full-length and first on Sub Pop, finds the band waking up the morning after the 2016 election and figuring out how to respond to a new reality where evil isn’t hiding under the surface at all—it’s front and center, with new tragedies and civil rights assaults filling up the scroll of the newsfeed every day. “What a time to be barely alive,” laments “Crystal Ball,” a gem that examines the more intimate side of responding emotionally to the news cycle. How do you keep fighting when all you want to do is stay in bed all day? “Stupid computer stupor/Oh my kingdom for some better ads,” Nokes sings, throwing in some classic Tacocat snark, “Truth spread so thin/It stops existing.”

Men Explain Things to Me

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