Alex Lahey is all grown up. The bubble-gum, cotton-candy, socially
aware pop of her debut has evolved into something grittier, more direct and
more driven. She remains honest in her song-writing, it’s part of her identity
now and the reason she’s such a special talent. Opening with the determined ‘I
Don’t Get Invited To Parties Anymore’, you already know the core values of
Lahey’s music has remained, but the riff is more serious, a stuttering pair of
chords matching Lahey’s vocal, which is more assured on this album. Instrumental progression can be heard on the
album’s lead-single, ‘Don’t Be So Hard On Yourself’ as a saxophone solo closes
out the track. Meanwhile cultural and political progression is told through Lahey’s
words as she comments on her home-nation’s progressive politics around LGBTQ
marriage. All in all, the cheekiness that made us all fall in love with Lahey
is apparent throughout as she meets various characters in The Best of Luck Club, a fictional bar, telling tales and stories as she meets these strangers.
So pull up a stool, get drinking and get listening, it’s a belter.
aware pop of her debut has evolved into something grittier, more direct and
more driven. She remains honest in her song-writing, it’s part of her identity
now and the reason she’s such a special talent. Opening with the determined ‘I
Don’t Get Invited To Parties Anymore’, you already know the core values of
Lahey’s music has remained, but the riff is more serious, a stuttering pair of
chords matching Lahey’s vocal, which is more assured on this album. Instrumental progression can be heard on the
album’s lead-single, ‘Don’t Be So Hard On Yourself’ as a saxophone solo closes
out the track. Meanwhile cultural and political progression is told through Lahey’s
words as she comments on her home-nation’s progressive politics around LGBTQ
marriage. All in all, the cheekiness that made us all fall in love with Lahey
is apparent throughout as she meets various characters in The Best of Luck Club, a fictional bar, telling tales and stories as she meets these strangers.
So pull up a stool, get drinking and get listening, it’s a belter.
Haiku Review
More direct, driven,
Instrumental progression,
Honest song-writing
🍒🍒🍒
Words by Johnny Rogerson
