White Lung

Domino Records

Bio

If you ever get the chance to do karaoke with Mish Way, don't even hesitate. Just go for it, right away. You really do owe it to yourself. About a year ago I found myself in a Lower East Side karaoke bar with Mish and various New York music gadflies. We'd become fast friends (Way and I, that is. I was already friends with most of said gadflies) after she began regularly contributing smart, open-hearted and often blush-inducing pieces to the Talkhouse, a website I help run, and I'd been a fan of her band since I'd heard White Lung's 2012 Sorry, a hardcore blitzkrieg that doesn't even hit the 20-minute-mark. But despite seeing her perform just a day before the karaoke party, it wasn't until, goaded by peer pressure and an appropriately inappropriate amount of whiskey, Way took the mic for a revelatory rendition of one of the worst songs of this century. I won't embarrass her by naming it. (Maybe you can get it out of her.) But it was at that moment that I realized "Damn. She can sing. Like, really, really sing. Not just growl. Damn.” Read More...