Rolling Stone

Lucy Dacus Brings the Drama

One of the best young songwriter­s around delivers an LP that feels like a great memoir.


In 2018, Lucy Dacus kicked off her album Historian with a startling admission: “The first time I tasted somebody else’s spit, I had a coughing fit.” That line was followed by six minutes of eviscerati­ng lyrics and guitar riffs, making for a towering indie-rock moment right up there with the best of Paul Westerberg and Liz Phair — and it was just the first song on the album.

Dacus continues to master the art of first lines on her excellent third album, Home Video, whether it’s “In the summer of ’07/I was sure

I’d go to heaven” (“VBS”) or “When I asked you to coffee/ Could you tell I don’t drink it?” (“Partner in Crime”).

She delivers these words in her own time, on her

own terms, executing each one with dense, buttery vocals that slide right up next to her fervorous guitar noise. At a time when many of her twentysome­thing indie peers have veered into folk or Americana, Dacus chooses not to follow these trends, content to stay in the lonely lane of rock, cranking up the distortion as tumbleweed­s blow by.

Home Video is her greatest work yet — a cohesive and poignant collection of tales from her teenage years in Richmond, Virginia. These stories are woven like a quilt, with several dark patches reminiscen­t of her hero Bruce Springstee­n’s The River. “Being back here makes me hot in the face/Hot blood in my pulsing veins,” she sings on the opener, “Hot and Heavy,” as a nostalgic, palpable rush hits her: “Heavy memories weighing on my brain/Hot and heavy in the basement of your parents’ place.”

Dacus navigates through early romances, contemplat­es religion, and fiercely protects her friends — all with wide-eyed maturity and small-town realness. Although these are past recollecti­ons, she places them into the present, like retrieving moments from a diary and bravely re-enacting them in front of a crowd. It’s the kind of sharp storytelli­ng songwriter­s spend a lifetime trying to accomplish, and yet Dacus — who is also a member of the acclaimed supergroup Boygenius, alongside Phoebe Bridgers and Julien Baker — is doing it at just 26 years old.

On the devastatin­g ballad “Thumbs,”

Dacus breaks down a day in college, when she accompanie­d a friend to see their estranged father. She slowly unravels the encounter

(“He ordered rum and coke/I can’t drink either anymore”) and begins to fantasize about murdering him. She takes it down a notch on “Christine,” but maintains a passionate stance on friendship — especially when her friend’s settling for something less: “But if you get married, I’d object/Throw my shoe at the altar and lose your respect,” she admits.

Home Video culminates with the nearly eight-minute “Triple Dog Dare,” in which she untangles queer love wrought with innocence and longing. It concludes an album that feels like a memoir of her early life, where each track resembles a delicate chapter. We’re lucky to get to live in her back pages.

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