Houston-based psych-rock duo The Shrubs return with “Let Us In”, a frantically catchy single that basically sugarcoats a societal breakdown in layers of infectious fuzz. Miguel and Sophie have a fascinating knack for dragging fifty-year-old analog reel-to-reels and gritty cassettes into modern digital landscapes. Here, they have engineered a massive, heavily distorted wall of sound that races forward with a sweaty, desperate urgency. You catch the soaring, pop-leaning hook and your body instinctually wants to move. Then the lyrical reality hits. They are actively dissecting our collective indifference. Drawing from the grim criminalization of Houston’s unhoused population, the duo targets […]
The Shrubs Bring Sweaty, Analog Urgency to "Let Us In" Houston-based psych-rock duo The Shrubs return with "Let Us In", a frantically catchy single that basically sugarcoats a societal breakdown in layers of infectious fuzz. https://open.spotify.com/album/4DHZnz49JHoaX6Ce0uAdd6?si=xvATg3GHRyS6lHn1pLjiNw Miguel and Sophie have a fascinating knack for dragging fifty-year-old analog reel-to-reels and gritty cassettes into modern digital landscapes. Here, they have engineered a massive, heavily distorted wall of sound that races forward with a sweaty, desperate urgency. You catch the soaring, pop-leaning hook and your body instinctually wants to move. Then the lyrical reality hits. They are actively dissecting our collective indifference. Drawing from the grim criminalization of Houston’s unhoused population, the duo targets how ruthlessly society pastes comfortable, convenient labels over mental instability and trauma. The decidedly upbeat tempo acts as a cynical disguise for deep, systemic alienation. Almost by accident, you find yourself humming along to an anthem about conscious, defiant surrender to absolute madness. It is chaotically cathartic, turning emotional exhaustion into a dizzying rush of energy. [caption id="attachment_65027" align="alignnone" width="881"] The Shrubs Bring Sweaty, Analog Urgency to "Let Us In"[/caption] The track forces a strange, defensive acceptance of inner turmoil. Are we actually finding comfort in this beautiful, hazy racket, or have we simply agreed to keep dancing out of self-preservation while everything else unravels? Website, Facebook, Twitter(X), YouTube, Instagram, TikTok
