Egg Drop Soup - 'Jimmy Eat Shit'

Egg Drop Soup, a threesome, named after an ovulation euphemism are made up of Sam Westervelt on bass and lead vocals, Olivia Saperstein on guitar and background vocals, and Bailey Chapman on drums.
Their new single ‘Jimmy Eat Shit’ is a three-minute long groovy sneer that opens with rhymtic guitar licks and gentle foot-stomping. The instrumentation allows for a gritty background from which the shocking, sometimes vulgar lyrics can be punctuated.
The single is part of Suicide Squeeze’s Pinks & Purples single series, which includes artists like The Shivas, cumgirl8, and Death Valley Girls.
The new track is panicked and forceful, encapsulating the trepidation about the future. The track blossomed from Westervelt suffering from a concussion. At the same time she was warned the dire consequences of a second head injury, she saw a tragic story on the news of a former high school classmate involved in a head-on collision. It’s animated and fierce yet with an emotive layer that seeps below the surface.
“For the first time in my life as a musician, I was experiencing sobriety (to heal from my concussion) and I couldn't self-medicate out of the sadness and fear I was experiencing around these different things. I channeled that into the song and it kinda morphed into an examination of the perception of reality, media, and self in society,” she said in her press release.
It is a relatively accessible track. Surprising, I know. Its an anthemic tune, packed with plucky guitars, yowling vocals, and universal lyrics. Egg DropSoup are a tight knit collective, whirring into an emotionally conflicting track, creating an air of panic, tee duration and a speckling of post-punk coolness.
Words by Maia Gibbs
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