If there’s any justice left in the universe, someone will eventually hand Sarah Herrera a trophy labeled: “Most Likely to Be Mistaken for a Lost Member of Bikini Kill Who Took Acid with Mike Patton and Never Came Back.”
With her new solo album “Me Me Me Me More More More Mine Mine Mine” out via Insurrectionary Records NYC, Herrera joins a rare lineage — not just of punk artists, but of 90s-era agents of artistic mayhem who blurred the lines between music, performance art, satire, and unapologetic noise.
It’s not just her attitude that channels the spirit of the 90s underground. It’s her entire process.
Courtney Love Meets Daniel Johnston in a Bronx Studio
There’s something eerily familiar about Herrera’s self-sabotaging honesty and her acid-laced confessions. Like Courtney Love in her Live Through This days, Herrera is loud, raw, and more real than most can handle.
But instead of romanticizing pain, she turns it into absurdity — a page out of Daniel Johnston’s book, if Daniel ever wrote lyrics on the back of traffic tickets while watching The Sopranos.
Songs like “What’s Yours Is Mine” and “I Can Drink And Drive Because It Is My Right To Express Myself” aren’t cries for help — they’re rants from someone who’s figured out how to turn their dysfunction into fireworks.
Her infamous Ungodly Document — 20 pages of chaotic stream-of-consciousness writing using only six recurring words — could easily sit next to one of Kurt Cobain’s old journals or a Fiona Apple lyric sheet in a museum exhibit titled “Things Written While the World Was Burning.”
Beck Would Be Proud (Or Scared)
Remember when Beck sampled everything but the kitchen sink and spit out Odelay? Sarah Herrera’s methodology is just as collage-like, but more verbal than sonic.
She binge-watched her ten favorite movies and shows on a 72-hour drug bender, scribbled down the best lines between gulps of cheap beer, and then rearranged them into lyrics. The result is a tracklist that reads like Quentin Tarantino met Harmony Korine in a Waffle House and wrote a musical.
Her titles? Unhinged brilliance:
- Mark It Zero
- How Would You Like One Cross Yo Lip?
- Shooting the Devil in the Back
- Mah Brotha! (an inside joke turned cult anthem)
Each track exists like a zine page from 1995 — crude, funny, brilliant in its own punk way.
The Riot Grrrl Reboot We Didn’t Know We Needed
Sarah’s raw, chaotic feminist energy screams 90s riot grrrl — a movement built on DIY ethics, political rage, and cutting through bullshit with distorted guitars and photocopied zines. She’s not here to make you comfortable; she’s here to make you laugh, think, and maybe squirm a little.
But unlike many riot grrrl acts who fought for space in the boys’ club of punk, Sarah doesn’t fight for space — she owns it. She’s the “alpha female,” she writes it all, and she openly calls her bandmates “hired help” (don’t worry, they’ve probably heard worse). There’s no apology here, no explanation, just momentum.
She’s Not Touring — But the Internet Thinks She Is
In a final punk-era twist, Herrera’s manager somehow listed dozens of fake shows online, ranging from cemeteries and sex shops to a Holocaust Museum in Poland. This is the kind of beautifully disastrous anti-marketing you might expect from early Primus or Ween.
It’s a total mess — and it’s perfect.
Because in the 90s, chaos wasn’t a liability. It was the point.
Why This Album Matters (Even If You Think It Doesn’t)
“Me Me Me Me More More More Mine Mine Mine” may sound like a joke at first glance — but that’s exactly the trap. Herrera’s work hits that rare sweet spot where absurdity and artistry blur. She’s playing with pop culture, trauma, intoxication, gender politics, and lyrical deconstruction — all under the guise of a DIY punk record from someone who may or may not have slept in her clothes for four days straight.
This isn’t nostalgia. This is reincarnation.
Herrera is channeling the best of the 90s misfits — from Kathleen Hanna’s fury to Frank Black’s weirdness to Ol’ Dirty Bastard’s absolute unpredictability.
So the next time you miss the era when music was weird, dangerous, and not trying to sell you anything, just know — Sarah Herrera is still out here, making it weird again.
