Energy Whores don’t so much release music as they detonate it. ‘Hey Hey Hate’ is the latest charge, an electro-punk firebomb hurled straight into the cultural void. Fronted by Carrie Schoenfeld – whose songwriting is as serrated as it is seductive – the track wrestles with modernity’s ugliest realities: division, propaganda, and the algorithmic manipulation of our collective psyche. And yet, it never feels heavy-handed. This is dancefloor dissent – a protest you can sweat to.
From the first pulse of its jagged synths, ‘Hey Hey Hate’ insists on urgency. There’s a mechanized stomp that recalls the warehouse grit of early electro-clash, but it’s reframed with a sharp pop consciousness. Schoenfeld’s delivery doesn’t merely ride the beat; it stares it down, daring listeners to confront the collapse unfolding around them while still losing themselves in the groove.
The brilliance lies in the duality: caustic lyricism braided with euphoric abandon. The chorus swells into something dangerously addictive, the kind of hook that clings to your synapses even as its message gnaws at your conscience. Energy Whores have long been skilled at balancing edge with accessibility, but here they sound emboldened, sharper, and more necessary than ever.
Beneath the urgency lies a yearning—“love raining down on a broken world.” It’s not naïve; it’s radical. Where so many artists flirt with protest aesthetics, Energy Whores wield theirs as both shield and weapon. The result is music that vibrates on both the visceral and cerebral planes, demanding participation rather than passive listening.
‘Hey Hey Hate’ isn’t just a single. It’s a gauntlet, a reminder that pop can still be dangerous, that the beat can still sting as it seduces. Energy Whores aren’t interested in the middle ground—they want the revolution on the dancefloor.
