Karla Chubb has no more fucks left to give. She’s simply done, with a partner who sounds quite frankly a bit of a headfuck. And thankfully she’s the frontwoman of Sprints, a band who can muster her up a cutting, chiming post-punk backing of a track to deliver the message to said headfuck that she’s packing up and moving on. A backing she can use to emphatically declare to said headfuck that she really isn’t fine!
In the process the Dublin band manage to create a triumphant elegy to upping and leaving a toxic situation and a damn fine song for you to shout along to next time you’re just as pissed off. Out right now on Nice Swan records.
Edge of Arcady 