Spike Fuck’s biography describes her music as inspired primarily by love and obsession, heroin addiction, transness and washed up 60s musicians who make overproduced comeback albums in the 80s.
To me Smackwave sounds like early Bruce Springsteen channelled through Lost Animal. It’s smart pop music with a narrative, and pop music hasn’t had that combination for a long time, so of course Spike Fuck borrows from the past, and in particular from the 1980’s.
Rather than being overproduced, Spike and her producer Elliott Munn have created a truly subtle tribute to that era of pop music. It’s two hands tapping on the steering wheel, car trip music. Lyrically, the themes are indubitably dark but not overwhelmingly so. On the opener Junkie Logic she sings tongue-in-cheek;
“I guess I’m kinda praying/ At least I’m not dead/ Though I’m addicted to drugs/ I can still give good head.” Reminding us all that we’ve gotta keep our priorities straight.
The next song Guts is an absolute tear-jerker and probably the most immediate of the bunch. My personal favourite is third track Tomorrow We Get Healthy where the synth takes a more driving role and Spike’s croon gets its best showcase. One section in particular has one of the most honest set of lines I’ve heard in pop music in a long time. She sings;
“Well, I know there’s another person in me and I know they’re not as kind/ They’ll take all of your money and waste all of your time/ but they wear my clothes and they have my eyes/ They even bare my soul”
The final song, 3:30 Psychosis, is a straight up, sans-drum-machine ballad carried by fingerpicked guitar and melancholy vocals and it makes for a beautiful ending to a great first release. Bring on the full length, I say!






