Secret Evil, the debut full-length from the Detroit crew, is a diverse affair, swinging from fragile ballads ("Cry Cry Cry," not a Johnny Cash cover) to retro-garage rumblers that find frontwoman Jessica Hernandez placing the heels of her boot squarely on a competitor's throat. "I'm sorry I stole your man/ I'm sorry he loves me most," she flexes on one number, essentially delivering the lyrical equivalent of #sorrynotsorry.

Secret Evil, the debut full-length from the Detroit crew, is a diverse affair, swinging from fragile ballads (“Cry Cry Cry,” not a Johnny Cash cover) to retro-garage rumblers that find frontwoman Jessica Hernandez placing the heels of her boot squarely on a competitor’s throat. “I’m sorry I stole your man/ I’m sorry he loves me most,” she flexes on one number, essentially delivering the lyrical equivalent of #sorrynotsorry.

Van Dale and Dean Tartaglia open the show.

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