Album Review: Let’s Eat Grandma ‘I’m All Ears’

Anyone hungry? (Image: Let’s Eat Grandma publicity photo)

Jenny Hollingworth and Rosa Walton, both now 19 and hailing from Norwich, England, named their group Let’s Eat Grandma after a spelling misnomer: a misread text of a dinner invitation of “Let’s eat, grandma!”

Two years ago, the duo released their debut, “I, Gemini” much to the shock (and occasional fatigue) of critics, who seemed to give most of the credit to their producers instead of the prodigy-like girls behind the creative whirlwind of a record.

Their newest album, “I’m All Ears,” finds the two cohesively maturing. They’ve stated in past interviews that they want their songs to reflect a sort of non-binary genre, not adhering to any specific type of category, and “I’m All Ears” manages to do just that, in a way that’s refreshing and bright rather than weird and self-righteous, like many similarly advertised albums released nowadays.

The lethargic synthesizers of the opening track, “Whitewater” give way to the dreamy quirkiness of “Hot Pink,” an anthem for self expression. “Falling Into Me” follows a similar theme of self-love, echoing drums melding with the lyrics, “There is no reason to doubt myself here.”

The album drones on, with psychedelic guitar tinging tracks like “Snakes and Ladders” and the album’s closing song, “Donnie Darko.” Pattering rain serves as the backdrop for “Ava,” a painful but beautiful ballad, touching on the familiar curiosity of wondering what ever became of an ex: “I think what she might’ve been/I wonder where she’s been living.”

“I’m All Ears” is a cutting edge album. I can safely say that it doesn’t sound like anything else out there right now, as every track seems to have it’s own vibe and sound.

As you glide your way through Hollingworth’s and Walton’s wild collage of ideas, don’t be afraid to take some advice from the album title and simply open up your ears. You won’t regret it.