Cherry Glazerr

“I don’t know [how] to make myself feel better about patriarchy,” says frontwoman Clementine Creevy. “But I know that what I felt was missing was a satirical song about it.”

“No men, just sugar.” Clementine Creevy is reading the ingredients of a candy bar she keeps on a shelf in her living room. The novelty treat is one of several prized possessions on view at her duplex in Highland Park, Los Angeles, along with shelves of records she’s been collecting since age 14: Sade, Butthole Surfers, Captain Beefheart and Apocalipstick, the 2017 album from her sweet, savage feminist punk-rock band, Cherry Glazerr. “Yeah, they’re all right,” she jokes when she sees the LP. “The lead singer’s kind of a quack, though.” When she started Cherry Glazerr in 2013, Creevy and her bandmates were still in high school and making whimsical garage-pop songs about grilled cheese. Their latest album, Stuffed ’ n’ Ready, is a major leap forward, full of sharp hooks and sharper ideas. Standout track “Daddi” is a blistering take on the infantilization of women: “Where should I go, Daddi?” she purrs. “What should I say? Where should I go? Is it OK with you? Who should I fuck, Daddi? Is it you?” “Not a lot of people get that it’s a highly satirical song,” says Creevy, 22. “I don’t know what the answers are to make myself feel better about patriarchy. But I know that what I felt was missing was a satirical song about it.” Other highlights, like “Stupid Fish,” channel her early-twenties existential doubts. “It’s about not pretending like I am not sad and confused,” she says with a rueful laugh. “Because it’s not going to come across as genuine. I don’t want to be disingenuous. I think that’s a waste of time.”