Album Review: Bitch Plz by Heart Shaped Hate
Alright, buckle up, because Bitch Plz by Heart Shaped Hate is one wild ride through Alternative, Rock, and Electronic vibes with a side of Electro, Punk, and Noise. Released back in 2008 via Cassette Deck Media Conglomerate (cool name, right?), this album feels like someone threw a bunch of genres into a blender and hit "puree." And honestly? It kinda works.
Let’s dive into a couple tracks that stuck with me. First up, "Decapitated In Barbie's Dreamhouse"—yeah, you read that title right. This track hits hard with its chaotic mix of punk energy and electronic bleeps and bloops. The whole thing feels like a sugar rush gone wrong, like if Barbie’s dream house got invaded by zombies. I mean, what even is that combo? But somehow, it’s catchy as hell. You’ll find yourself humming the chorus while questioning your life choices.
Then there’s "Louis Vuitton Tramp Stamp," which might have the most hilariously random title ever. Musically, it’s a headbanger’s dream—fuzzy guitars, glitchy synths, and vocals that sound like they’re coming from another dimension. The lyrics are pure nonsense poetry, but in the best way possible. It’s the kind of song that makes you wanna grab your friends, crank the volume, and just lose your mind for three minutes. Plus, how can you not love a track that name-drops designer brands in such a ridiculous context?
The rest of the album keeps the chaos going with tracks like "The Happiest Little Zombie" and "Magical Moustache Ride." Honestly, the titles alone are worth the price of admission. It’s messy, loud, and unapologetically weird—and I’m here for it.
Reflecting on Bitch Plz, it’s not gonna be everyone’s cup of tea. Some folks might call it too scattered or overly experimental, but isn’t that the point? It’s like eating a taco filled with gummy bears and hot sauce—it shouldn’t work, but dang if it doesn’t make you smile.
So, if you’re looking for something different, give this album a spin. Just don’t blame me if you end up daydreaming about zombie Barbies and designer tramp stamps afterward. Oh, and maybe turn it down when your neighbors start complaining. Trust me on that one.
