Lily Seabird is on a roll. Her third album in as many years, “Lightspheres On Their Way”, was just announced, and with it came “Election Day,” an ode to being trapped between a rock and a hard place that, pardon my French, simply fucking rips. As much as I loved last year’s “Trash Mountain“, I’m over the moon that “Election Day” finds the Vermont singer-songwriter in a mode she hasn’t occupied since 2024’s “Dirge”: riotous distortion, screeching guitars, downright wails. Seabird’s voice is as songbird-clear as ever, cutting into the chaos with the precision of a canary’s warble.
But there’s an edge there, too—moments her vocals snag on the emotion of the words, ripping open ever so slightly, sharp and jagged. She’s long excelled at the art of the slow-burn, so it’s only fitting that she’s come to conquer the art of immediacy next. But don’t worry, this isn’t Seabird slotting herself into the rather redundant post-punk of the past few years; her own alt-country sensibilities are still on full display, the lilt in her voice and the twang of her sound palpable even through the din. It’s an Americana headbanger, a mosher’s gateway drug into folk—and it’s addictive.
“Election Day” is from Lily Seabird’s “Lightspheres on Their Way“, out September 4th 2026 via Lame-O Records
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