Scratch It

With echoes of Rickie Lee Jones and Gram Parsons at times, it all feels deceptively effortless. [Aug 2025, p.39]

With Scratch It, it’s hard to image a finer U.S. Girls album.

It’s another remarkable development in the U.S. Girls’ artistic portfolio. It invites and rewards deep, repetitive listens. In the midst, we too stretch, move, pose, and groove.

With diss track No Fruit as a droll closing note, the result is a seductively shape-shifting affair: sometimes affecting, sometimes witty, always captivating. [Aug 2025, p.105]

While Scratch It lives up to its aged influences, Remy gives these nine tracks an undeniable immediacy, both with her singing and lyricism—which are eerily left of field—along with her spot-on taste in backing musicians and homage-motifs. All that helps this new U.S. Girls album sound like it’s haunting the golden oldies that inspired your favorite contemporary artists.

It sounds so authentically mid-to-late 1960s that Dear Patti - a song about missing an opportunity to play on the same festival bill as Smith - could almost be a lightly warped vinyl pressing from the era. [Aug 2025, p.76]