Paramore's sixth album strips away After Laughter's synth-pop gloss for something spikier and more claustrophobic. Produced by Carlos de la Garza, these songs bristle with Talking Heads-inspired angularity, all jerky guitars and taut rhythms that mirror Hayley Williams' lyrics about social exhaustion and doomscrolling fatigue.

The title track's nervous energy sets the template for a record that feels like a panic attack set to post-punk, yet the trio's melodic instincts remain sharp enough to keep things from collapsing into pure anxiety. It's their most grown-up work, even when it's falling apart.