Coming across like the best song Weezer never wrote, Lauran Hibberd’s Boy Bye is just the kind of ridiculously catchy pop anthem 2020 is in dire need of. If you don’t get the gist of the track from the artwork that accompanies it, then the laughter that greets you when you hit play should fill you in. It’s gonna be three minutes and twenty seconds of big, dumb, brilliant, fun.
Right from the off you’re pulled in by an intro that sounds very similar to Advance Cassette by Spoon. No bad thing, that. In fact, as far as 90s alt rock vibes go, they’re spot on too. Pixies? Check. Breeders? Check. Elastica? Check. Quiet verse, loud chorus? Check. Fuzz guitar lines mirroring vocal melodies? check. Abrupt ending? Check. Anyway, from promising beginnings, Boy Bye grows and grows, getting more ostentatious with every bar. In a sense it reminds me of artists such as Soccer Mommy and Phoebe Bridgers, and specifically how they too take the same influences and end up with something that isn’t just a copy, but more like a distillation. These are the 90s refracted through the prism of an artist who grew up in the 00s, and that’s what gives it an edge. There’s something in that knowingness, and in that Gen Z confidence that just elevates it.
In short, it’s very good. Is it a bad thing that it kind of reminds me of those early Avril Lavigne singles too? I don’t think so. Complicated is still a tune and I won’t hear otherwise. I can’t help but think about Wheatus’ Teenage Dirtbag too. Maybe it’s that it reminds me of being young, and not in my thirties with a baby that never sleeps, and a car that failed its MOT yesterday. I don’t know. Life. Anyway, as a song, Boy Bye represents a sentiment we should all be behind: big guitars, bigger choruses, and fuck the patriarchy.