Bhang Bhang I'm a Burnout

There's a smeared, almost confrontational quality to how this track announces itself — guitars that buzz with a low-grade distortion, a rhythm section that hits harder than the Dum Dum Girls' softer moments, everything coated in the same reverb but used here as grit rather than softness. The tempo has a locked-in, slightly numbing momentum that mirrors the lyrical subject: the state of being burned through by your own life. It's not angry exactly — it's past anger, settled into a kind of deadpan exhaustion that is darker than rage. Dee Dee's vocal performance is flattened on purpose, the emotion buried under the surface delivery, which makes the moments when feeling breaks through hit harder. The production sits somewhere between psych-pop and noise pop, with enough fuzz to feel abrasive and enough melody to feel seductive — a contradiction the song never resolves because that contradiction is its whole point. This is about the specific experience of young creative burnout, the identity dissolution that comes when the thing you built yourself around starts consuming you. It's a late-night song, a three-in-the-morning song, best heard alone when you've been awake too long and everything has gone slightly unreal around the edges.