When the Malaga-based duo My State unleashed “Its Whatever”, I half-expected my speakers to start smoking—or at least demand an apology for the sudden surge in voltage. It is rare to hear a track that captures the precise auditory frequency of snapping a pencil in half out of sheer frustration, but here we are. This isn’t polite radio fodder. It is high-octane pop-rock that forgot to brush its hair this morning. Heth, handling the lead vocals, delivers a performance that reminds me curiously of the sensation of peeling the protective plastic off a new screen: sharp, incredibly satisfying, and full […]
My State Delivers a Sonic Exorcism on "Its Whatever" When the Malaga-based duo My State unleashed "Its Whatever", I half-expected my speakers to start smoking—or at least demand an apology for the sudden surge in voltage. It is rare to hear a track that captures the precise auditory frequency of snapping a pencil in half out of sheer frustration, but here we are. This isn't polite radio fodder. It is high-octane pop-rock that forgot to brush its hair this morning. https://open.spotify.com/track/7kbEP06w3ExuhDzjGtEOcL?si=bea0bd700d2a40d3 Heth, handling the lead vocals, delivers a performance that reminds me curiously of the sensation of peeling the protective plastic off a new screen: sharp, incredibly satisfying, and full of latent static. She is backed by Pablo, whose lead guitar work and production build a wall of sound that snarls rather than sings. The energy is palpable, channeling the humidity of a Spanish summer storm—volatile and desperately needed. The song operates as a frantic exorcism of nonsense. We have all been there, trapped in a dynamic that fits about as well as a wool sweater in the Sahara, dealing with a partner or social circle whose maturity level is lagging. My State takes that exhaustion—the "useless" weight of cyclical drama—and converts it into kinetic fuel. [caption id="attachment_62886" align="alignnone" width="1080"] My State Delivers a Sonic Exorcism on "Its Whatever"[/caption] Listening to this, my mind drifted to the Great Emu War of 1932. Not for the birds, but for the sheer chaos of fighting a battle that makes no sense against an opponent that just won't behave. This track is the moment you stop fighting the emus, drop the gun, and walk away to find a better life. It centers on autonomy. It screams against the stifling nature of objectification and the demand to be small. Ultimately, "Its Whatever" is a door slamming shut on a toxicity that has overstayed its welcome. Do you have the courage to light the match and walk away without looking back? Facebook, YouTube, Instagram, TikTok
