As a first look at ‘Cotton Tornado’, Butler has shared “Face Crinkle”, his joint track with Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy. The song is comprised of two steady, separate drum patterns bonded together by the gentle strum of an acoustic guitar. Vocally, Billy’s distinct croon leads us through a narrative about sincerity and emotional pain.

Kim Boekbinder doesn’t like waiting for permission. The New York-based musician and self-styled “creative anarchist” has made a habit of circumventing prohibitive industry standards.

Ruby Fray combines elements of the 60’s with modern day folk and even some country to create music that spans the spectrum of human emotion wrapped into an indie pop package. From rapid energy to cool, calm and collected. Emily opened up about all of the above, as well as her move from Austin to Chicago, each woman’s role in the band and a whole lot more.

Don’t misunderstand, y’all: she might come off cool-as-fuck and fiercely DIY (I wouldn’t dare mess with the self-proclaimed head bitch in charge, even on a good day, would you?); but that doesn’t mean that Canadian-born, New York-based noise pop auteur Kim Boekbinder is too “cool-as-fuck” to generously share her musical gospel of love, respect, and interdependent independence with anyone in the world who’s enlightened enough to tune-in.

With Exum, her desire for her clothes to be “joyous, exuberant, just really fun and easy,” could describe her entire aura, and her oeuvre; positive, bright, unique, and cool as hell. Feminasty, Miss Eaves’s latest album, is out now.

Building around a gentle arpeggiated guitar chord, Cilantro is a haunting slice of ghostly-folk, bringing to mind acts like Marissa Nadler or Lilah Larson. It sounds like a classic 1960’s pop song being covered by the cast of The Wicker Man, and yes it’s as good as that sounds.

“Food Porn” is a song that takes Miss Eaves’ sexual appetite literally, making the seemingly innocent process of cooking a meal into an erotic act: “Rolling around with tomato / My knife hits the juices flow / Lick it, tossing a salad / Put my hands in it.” It’s what Katy Perry’s “Bon Appétit” would’ve been if she didn’t have to pander to radio.

Issa is at home in bed but her dildo needs new batteries. She searches every electronic device she can think of, even the smoke detector, but can’t find any. “Hump Day” by Miss Eaves plays as Issa runs around her apartment. “Take five, slip and slide. All I need to go is one hand.”

Humor plays an equally essential role in Eaves’ music. As a rapper, she doesn’t rely on an agile, rhythmic flow so much as deft manipulation of tone. She can sound streetwise, or summon eye-rolling sarcasm, or simulate private arousal, or adopt a pinched vocal attack that toys with notions of feminine vacuousness. In each and every gesture of playful provocation, she signals to us that she knows what she’s doing.

Everyone ages, people lose and gain weight and there are loads of ways to exist that don’t comply with mainstream beauty standards. It’s O.K. We all deserve to be as visible as we want to be. So, bye h8ters.