Seeing coverage from NPR, The Fader, and Stereogum not two weeks into 2018–and her new album’s lifespan–Sidney Gish promises to explode. No Dogs Allowed’s reception is earned though, showcasing masterful songwriting and playful disposition. Her consciousness flows in monotonously perfect melody as jagged guitars float above a foundation of diy/classroom sounds. Sometimes the songs fall a bit too heavily into the posh npr pop aesthetic with melodies a bit ham-fisted (i.e. I’m Filled With Steak, and Cannot Dance) but charm seeps from the project’s pores, indicating a great-deal of success to come.
The album is a testament to polarizing youth. Opening with “Sin Triangle,” Gish depicts herself torn between wanting to go out, wanting to stay in, or perhaps wanting some sort of disease rather than this inner strife. She knows her bad habits but no way to absolve them; wants affirmation but she’s “not a lot like you” or her peers. Between her deep dive on the pronunciation of Persephone and her toying with the idea of life as a dog, Gish stands out in a crowd. Yet, relatability reigns throughout in her depiction of the terrifying period in life where we have to define who we are.