Apocalipstick, sees her sharpening her teeth while tackling vulnerability, isolation and the pitfalls of instant gratification. If you must focus on her age, focus on how she’s a songwriter and
lyricist well beyond her years.
There’s a certain narrative that has followed Cherry Glazerr’s Clementine Creevy around since the project’s beginnings. It goes something like this: Creevy started the project alone in her L.A. bedroom while still in high school, released her debut album on Burger Records and became the hero of teen punks everywhere and a muse to Hedi Slimane, all while burning through bandmates and being, well, a teenage girl. It’s time to put that narrative to bed. The now-twenty-year-old Creevy is no longer the garage-rock version of Lorde circa 2013; she’s much, much more than how young she is (or used to be), and focusing on her age does a grand disservice to her sharp punk songwriting and ferocious lead-guitar chops. She’s only getting better — and more nuanced, too. Creevy’s most recent album,