A good Waxahatchee song happens when Katie Crutchfield sounds like she’s talking directly to you , The best Waxahatchee songs are when she’s telling you things that require the preface of “you might want to sit down for this.” Case in point, “Under a Rock”—and her words will hurt you way more than her. “You” are self-absorbed and emotionally impenetrable; worst of all, you are all of these things in the most clichéd way, your affectations no more than fashionable, unread books on a shelf. But Crutchfield’s narrator isn’t much better off: “Maybe I let on that I was interested in your brand of lonely,” she sings, not particularly remorseful
What makes “Under a Rock” immediately different than most Waxahatchee songs that fumble through post coital communication failures is its broad strokes, that “you”, “me” and “I” . Like most successful indie acts, Waxahatchee play festivals despite not being a typical “festival band”; this is a precarious position, but “Under a Rock”, like most of the new album “Ivy Tripp“, demonstrates an act whose intimacy is scalable.
The Fat Angel Sings 