Jade Hairpins sound like a band allergic to restraint, and Get Me the Good Stuff leans hard into that instinct. This is not an album that tiptoes its way into your speakers. It arrives loud, shiny, slightly unhinged, and fully committed to excess. From the first track, it’s clear they’re chasing sensation rather than polish — and honestly, that chase is half the fun.
The record pulls from a chaotic mix of glam rock swagger, funk rhythms, power-pop hooks, and punk stubbornness. Guitars come in hot and confident, synths and organs swirl around like they’ve been let loose in the room, and the drums keep everything moving forward whether it’s ready or not. There’s a theatrical streak running through the whole thing — big vocals, stacked harmonies, dramatic turns — but it never collapses into parody. Jade Hairpins push the drama just far enough to keep it thrilling.
What really defines Get Me the Good Stuff is its nervous energy. These songs feel wired, restless, like they’re running on adrenaline and doubt at the same time. Tracks bleed into each other, piling ideas on top of ideas, refusing to slow down or clean things up. Sometimes it feels intentionally messy, but it’s the kind of mess that comes from believing in every idea, not from a lack of direction.
