Two reviews in one week? Who even am I?
Tuesdays give me time again—real time. Space to breathe, dig, fall apart, and get rebuilt by something unexpected. Music fills the void. It’s not just a hobby—it’s a second job I don’t clock out of. I sift through hours of noise, generic production, paper-thin vocals, and algorithm-spit garbage. But sometimes? Sometimes I find a diamond buried in the trash.

And this one—this little two-song single by DILLY DALLY—is sharp enough to cut me wide open. I’ve had it on repeat for hours. Obsessive doesn’t even begin to cover it. Her vocals—Katie’s vocals—don’t just hit. They bend me. Melt me. Whip me around like a leaf caught in some thick fog of musical bullshit and mediocrity. Her voice feels like it crawled out of somewhere deep and raw. If Björk and Dolores O’Riordan had the nerve to scream through their own ghosts, you might get something close. But Katie? Katie shreds them. She rips a new dimension open just by opening her mouth.

I can’t believe this was released in 2014. How did I miss it? Maybe the holidays sucked the soul out of me. Maybe I wasn’t ready to hear something this messy, this pure. But I’m here now, and this little time bomb of a single showed up right when I needed something feral and real.

The guitars are slack and sludgy—messy in all the right ways. Like a bedroom you haven’t cleaned in months, but it still feels like home. The melodies are buried under dust, but that dust has weight. It’s beautiful chaos. It doesn’t pretend to be anything it’s not. And my heart? It’s all in. Head over heels in a pile of sonic trash that somehow feels like treasure.

So yeah—love it or hate it, this site is just my personal signal flares from the trench.
And this one? This one’s burning bright.