PRESS/JACK DEFROAND
Delilah Bon is a pearlclutcher’s worst nightmare. Queer, vegan, feminist – to certain types she’s essentially the Devil. But nothing can deter her from her tirade of rap hooks, snarling nu metal condemnation and a sprinkling of absurdity. Delilah’s second album is a fierce circus of empowerment, learning to love herself in spite of the misogynists, transphobes, pro-lifers and radicalised incels she details on The Internet. Throughout, she gleefully vows to kerb-stomp predators with a maniacal cackle, Freak Alert’s dick-chopping revenge fantasies practically advertising castration. Offended? Excellent. Delilah wears her Evil, Hate Filled Female name badge with honour, gleefully mocking the scandalised. Committed A Crime finds her taking on a host of hysterical voices, including distressed grannies claiming the villainous rapper ‘Laughed at my funeral!’ As I Am The Best (Just Ask Your Momma) asserts, all this fury only stokes Delilah’s fire. ■■■■■■■■
FOR FANS OF: Hands Off Gretel, Scene Queen, ZAND