Release date: October 4th
Many listeners will hear their name and scoff or take one look at their internet-friendly and, accordingly, normie-repellant social media and write them off completely. They certainly won’t be topping charts or receiving mainstream radio airplay anytime soon, but, fortunately, that doesn’t seem to be their goal.
Rather, their goal on The 8th Cumming seems to be to create a glimmering, gothic cyberfeminist amalgamation of influences and feelings. They pull from punk and post-punk (the original wave), from new wave and synth-pop, and from everything in between. Their vocals pull from ESG, their soundscapes from Delta 5 and from The Slits, but their sound never feels derivative.
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In fact, The 8th Cumming feels like an album that only the chaotic collective brain of Cumgirl8 could have concocted. It’s completely unpredictable, pushing into the desperation and despair that stems from dating and just existing in the modern world while also penning detailed accounts of the discomfort of UTIs and tales of car sex. Soundscapes veer between gloomy and glistening, creating a mood that can only be found in Cumgirl8’s discography.
It’s inimitable, both sonically and lyrically, paying homage to its predecessors without ever leaning too heavily on one influence, always pulling their sounds into the modern world and into the world of Cumgirl8. It’s not one for the faint of heart — listeners have to be willing to lean into repeated declarations of “FML”, details about diagnoses some might consider to be TMI, and grating sonic choices — but it’s certainly full of heart. (read the full article on Farout)
