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Dead Tooth Drops New Single ‘You Never Do Shit’
In “You Never Do Shit,” Brooklyn’s Dead Tooth deliver a snarling, urgent post-punk single that distills their barbed energy into under four minutes of sharp-tongued wit and scuffed-up sonics. It’s a track that bristles with disdain—Zach Ellis’ vocal delivery is acidic, at times theatrical, and often more spoken than sung. There’s a punk rock immediacy here, but with the knowing wink of someone who’s watched the scene curdle and still wants to dance through the ashes.
The song began its life in a different medium—written for a fictional band on City on Fire—but the real-life iteration carries more weight. There’s a palpable satisfaction in Ellis’ decision to reclaim it, and that freedom seeps into every detail: the unkempt rhythm section, the jarring saxophone lines from John Stanesco, and the deliberate looseness that characterizes its structure.
Dead Tooth are at once participants and commentators in the culture they inhabit. Their songs are alive with noise, but also with intent—tracking the psychic hangover of nightlife, subcultural collapse, and underground scenes that burn bright and disappear too soon. Ellis’ lyrical observations land like tossed-off critiques, but underneath the smirk is something deeper, almost desperate: a desire for connection, even through chaos.
With their debut album looming, “You Never Do Shit” feels like a thesis statement. Not just of sound, but of ethos: reject slickness, embrace noise, tell the truth—even if it’s ugly. In a year when punk has mostly whispered or wandered, Dead Tooth has chosen to scream.
In an era where pop artists often armor themselves in irony or perfection, Dirt Flirt emerges like a paper-cut to the heart—small, sharp, and unexpectedly lasting. Her self-titled debut EP doesn’t beg for attention; it bleeds for it. Across five tracks that flirt with synth-pop, emo, and electronic minimalism, the rising alt-pop voice unravels tales of heartbreak, identity, and the kind of quiet chaos that defines young adulthood.
Dirt Flirt’s sonic world is one of contradictions. Her music feels cinematic yet deeply intimate, like scrolling through texts from your ex while a sci-fi movie plays in the background. The EP opener, “Necklace,” sets the tone with its ominous beats and lyrical introspection, immediately positioning her not just as a singer, but as a storyteller navigating emotional gray areas. By the time you arrive at “Bodycount”—an anthemic, aching ballad about becoming someone else’s past tense—you’re fully submerged in the world she’s built: glitchy, emotional, and utterly human.
What makes Dirt Flirt special isn’t just her genre-blurring sound or polished production—it’s her radical emotional clarity. There’s no filter here. On “Boyfriend,” she wraps a queer coming-of-age heartbreak in pop hooks sharp enough to draw blood, while “Dramatic” invites listeners into the exhausting spiral of self-sabotage with a wink and a punch. These are songs that don’t just speak to misfits; they sing for them. For every person who’s ever ghosted someone out of fear, or kissed the wrong person for the right reason, Dirt Flirt has written a soundtrack.
In a crowded alt-pop landscape, Dirt Flirt’s debut is a rare thing: emotionally intelligent, sonically daring, and fully alive. She doesn’t just explore vulnerability—she weaponizes it.
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