Lip Critic

Theft World is an album about stealing.   I’ve stolen a lot, and I’ve been stolen from a great deal. Nothing interesting has been taken from me though, just the things that everybody seems to have, social security number, credit cards, etc. Not long after I turned 25, while at the Lost Lake Lounge in Denver on tour supporting our last album Hex Dealer, I got a notification on my phone that I had successfully checked into a Comfort Inn & Suites in Amherst, Massachusetts. I quickly logged into my bank account only to see a long list of charges on my credit card, as well as a couple thousand dollars missing from my checking and savings. The purchases seemed fairly mundane, a lot of hotels, huge purchases at Costco and Walmart, but one stuck out. A single thirty-five dollar purchase on the website Bandcamp. My heart dropped, and when I went into Lip Critic’s Bandcamp it confirmed what I was afraid of. Whoever stole my card had bought Lip Critic’s whole discography. It made me sick. It was as if the scammer was reaching out from some abstract place into the real world, saying “I see you.”   Seven shows later on tour we were at O’Briens in Boston. The show was an especially feral and violent one and when we finished our set I ran over to the merch booth. A kid in the line caught my eye, a tall lanky white kid wearing a surgical mask and a Five Nights At Freddy’s zip hoodie with the hood on. When he finally got up to the table I asked if he knew what he wanted. I could tell by his eyes he was smiling underneath the zip-up. After a brief pause he recited my social security number to me. As much as it shook me, seeing him there in front of me felt harmless, like a little kid playing a prank on you, unable to contain their excitement and watch you realize what’s happened. I asked him if he’d talk to me alone and he instantly agreed. As soon as we got outside he excitedly admitted to stealing my information. He exclaimed that he “couldn’t believe the prize” he’d won. When I pr