When the Malaga-based duo My State unleashed “Its Whatever”, I half-expected my speakers to start smoking—or at least demand an apology for the sudden surge in voltage. It is rare to hear a track that captures the precise auditory frequency of snapping a pencil in half out of sheer frustration, but here we are.
This isn’t polite radio fodder. It is high-octane pop-rock that forgot to brush its hair this morning.
Heth, handling the lead vocals, delivers a performance that reminds me curiously of the sensation of peeling the protective plastic off a new screen: sharp, incredibly satisfying, and full of latent static. She is backed by Pablo, whose lead guitar work and production build a wall of sound that snarls rather than sings. The energy is palpable, channeling the humidity of a Spanish summer storm—volatile and desperately needed.
The song operates as a frantic exorcism of nonsense. We have all been there, trapped in a dynamic that fits about as well as a wool sweater in the Sahara, dealing with a partner or social circle whose maturity level is lagging. My State takes that exhaustion—the “useless” weight of cyclical drama—and converts it into kinetic fuel.
Listening to this, my mind drifted to the Great Emu War of 1932. Not for the birds, but for the sheer chaos of fighting a battle that makes no sense against an opponent that just won’t behave. This track is the moment you stop fighting the emus, drop the gun, and walk away to find a better life. It centers on autonomy. It screams against the stifling nature of objectification and the demand to be small.
Ultimately, “Its Whatever” is a door slamming shut on a toxicity that has overstayed its welcome. Do you have the courage to light the match and walk away without looking back?
