ALBUMS // The Beths – Future Me Hates Me

Post by Misha

I keep thinking about my twenties like a trap door. How at some point a whole year opens up and then you’re falling all of the time – falling, and sometimes it feels like drowning – basically until you’re 30 maybe? Everything feels relentlessly mistake-like. Even things that aren’t mistakes. Up is down, down is a bad tattoo of an arrow on the floor in someone’s basement.

Until it gets to where being 23 or 24 means wearing those mistakes with a certain degree of pride, or at least effortlessness (and not only because they’re literally tattooed on your body). Laughing in the face of humiliation. Taking another swig of cheap champagne in the park. Shrug, saying, “future me hates me.” Cheers.

Until it gets to where all the mistakes pile up underneath you and make a chill kind of mountain to break the fall that is your 20s. And you’re up there like, oh look, there’s the night I had two PBRs and hit on my professor. That was weird and kind of fun.

And you look in the mirror, all 28 years of yourself, laughing, and you realize that present you does not hate past you.

The Beths’ new album is full of this sense of relief. It is a kiss on the scraped knee of a crying child. It should be sad, bitter, and full of regret, but instead it is full of the kinds of glimmering life that come afterwards.

Buy The Beths‘ Future Me Hates Me here. They’re on tour currently across Europe. Dates here.