This album is ugly in the best way — nothing is hiding or obscured. Fisher is blunt in her lyrics and doesn’t shy away from less-than-pleasant images: the blood-stained bathtub in “Let’s Get Wasted” or the lyric “your velvet might be greasy but it’s garbage when you’re nervous” in opener “Panty Stain.”
Read our full review of Caity Fisher’s Party Games here.









