There’s something quietly liberating about stumbling into a song that lifts the fog off a sluggish holiday Monday — and SELL EVERYTHING were able to do exactly that with “Star Girl” (ft. Patricia Lalor). I hit play while my espresso machine grumbled in the background, and suddenly the day felt lighter, stranger, and a lot more fun.
It doesn’t rush to impress. It slides in sideways, all swirling synths and that slightly wonky groove SELL EVERYTHING have been sharpening in Dublin’s DIY corners. There’s a disco shimmer to it, but not the obvious kind — more like the feeling of dancing without really meaning to, the body waking up before the mind catches on. And in the middle of that floatiness, there’s this sense of someone fumbling through mixed signals, half-laughing at themselves, half-serious about the mess.
Tom Kelly’s deadpan delivery works beautifully here. That timid “what am I gonna do now?” hangs over the track like a thought you try to shake off but keep circling back to. It’s playful, ironic, and somehow sincere in the same breath — a talent not everyone pulls off. The dynamic shifts when Patricia Lalor steps in, her voice weaving through the synth haze like a quiet counterpoint, giving the Star Girl herself a little more shape, a little more gravity.
What makes me write about this piece is how cohesive it all feels. This isn’t a beat with decorations; it’s a proper little world. The synth explorations give it that slow-floating sensation, like the song keeps teasing the dance floor but never fully commits. And maybe that’s exactly why it hits so well on a low-energy day — it gives clarity without forcing any big revelations, just a groove you can hold onto while the rest of the day rearranges itself.
About SELL EVERYTHING:
For anyone unfamiliar with SELL EVERYTHING, they’re one of those Dublin collectives that seem to thrive on controlled chaos — jazz guitar tangled with indie grunge, hip-hop edges, and a sharp lyrical wink. Early hype from Stereogum and Best Fit wasn’t accidental; they’ve been carving out a sound reminiscent of King Krule, Bar Italia, and Mk.gee, but skewed through their own crooked lens. With tracks hitting editorial playlists and a touring schedule that keeps expanding across Ireland and soon the UK, they’re becoming one of those names that consistently surprise me — in the best, oddest ways.
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