Look, when I first heard the band name “The Cunning Linguists,” I had to laugh because same, honestly. Always wanted to try that. But then the track hit and suddenly I wasn’t thinking about tongue tricks anymore—I was thinking about burning down every system that’s ever told women to sit down and shut up. Clare Easdown and Jade Ryan met on Tinder a year ago and formed this band because they both love music, which is such a fucking perfect meet-cute for the riot grrrl revival we’ve been desperately needing. This track came out on October 21, 2025, and it’s an anti-capitalist middle finger wrapped in down-tempo pop punk. Recorded on a laptop in their living room with minimal equipment, it proves you don’t need money to make noise that matters.
Clare’s from Menai, Australia, and she’s been doing this for nine years. Self-taught, which somehow makes the whole thing even more badass. She started out drawing inspiration from Grimes and Madonna, then got into punk icons like Fugazi and Bikini Kill, and you can hear all of it colliding here. Her sound used to live in Trap and Trip-Hop territory, but now she’s pushing into Post-Punk and Pop Punk, and honestly? The evolution slaps. When she and Jade connected, they didn’t waste time—they started cranking out DIY Lo-Fi tracks immediately.
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The song opens with this snarling energy that makes your shoulders tense up in the best way. When Clare delivers “You built your throne on silence and lies / Told us smile then stole our lives,” she’s spitting every word. This is fury, but it’s controlled fury. The kind that’s been simmering for years. There’s this raw edge to her vocals that feels like she recorded it at 2am when she was too pissed off to sleep. The production is stripped down, almost garage-band level, but that works for what they’re saying. Too much polish would kill the rage.
And then we hit “Call it order, call it law / But it’s just fear dressed up in drawl.” That line fucking wrecked me because it’s so true it hurts. They’re calling out every institution that weaponizes “civility” and “politeness” to keep women quiet. The chorus explodes with “So fuck your throne and fuck your crown / Your kingdom is crashing and burning down.” There’s something visceral about hearing women scream these words. It taps into every moment you’ve had to smile when you wanted to scream, every time someone told you to be nice when you had every right to be angry.
The second verse gets even more pointed. “Sit like a lady, don’t be loud / But you’re the one’s who scream so proud / Can’t take a no, can’t share the mic / Mad coz we don’t fear your type.” Clare and Jade are basically reading the entire patriarchy for filth here. They’re naming the hypocrisy—men demanding women stay quiet while they talk over everyone, getting mad when women refuse to play along. This is the song you blast when some dude tries to explain your own experience back to you.
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The track is influenced by Amyl and The Sniffers, Bikini Kill, and the whole Riot grrrl movement. You can hear it in how raw everything sounds, how they refuse to sand down any edges. The Lo-Fi quality of the production actually amplifies the message—this is music made on their terms, with their resources, and it still hits harder than most overproduced bullshit out there. They could give a fuck about being marketable. They want to be heard.
What makes this track work is how it balances anger with empowerment. Yeah, they’re pissed, but they’re also claiming their power. “You had your shot, you made your mess / Now we rise and you get fucking less.” That’s the line that sticks. They’re done with systems that hoard power. They’re taking it back, redistributing it, leveling the playing field. The way Clare delivers it feels like a promise and a threat all at once.
This is the anthem for every woman who’s been told to calm down, to not make a scene, to wait her turn. It’s for everyone who’s tired of watching mediocre men fail upward while women have to be perfect just to be considered. Clare Easdown and Jade Ryan, The Cunning Linguists, made this with almost nothing, and it sounds like revolution. Stream it, scream it, let it burn through you.
