It’s hard to tell who’s the subject of Grace Ludmila’s rage on new track “Hollow,” a punk-influenced indie takeover wherein the artist admonishes all who think they can put her in a box. Much of Ludmila’s lyricism over the the song’s four minute runtime uses a variety of dialectics to determine, more so, who the artist isn’t rather than what she is — lyrics such as “I’m not your therapy, don’t hand your trauma to me” and “I’m not on a movie screen, don’t project your shit on me” seem to direct their anger towards both listeners who may claim to have Ludmila “all figured out,” or critics who think they can ascertain her true motivations through circumstancial evidence. In the end, however, Lumdila’s series of first-person statements serve as a kind of manifesto on the self, a laundry list of metaphors and proclamations that do a much better job at telling you who she is than whatever bullshit observations I’ll type up here — on that note, stream it (loudly) below. —Connor Beckett McInerney
