SINGLE REVIEW: Frank-Einstein – Broken Hearts Are For Assholes
Frank-Einstein drop the smirks and let the sadness spill on ‘Broken Hearts Are For Assholes’—a devastating, slow-burning gut punch built on real pain and zero pretence. Written in the middle of serious heartbreak, the band chose to keep the original demo vocals, cracks and all, because nothing else fit. That decision pays off. The performance aches with exhaustion and disbelief, a hollowed-out kind of sorrow that doesn’t need perfect pitch to cut deep. This is the sound of someone sleep-deprived, underfed, and lost in their own obsessive loop, clinging to a song not because it helps, but because it hurts in the right way.
Musically, it’s heavy—not just in its thick, downtuned sound, but in emotional weight. The guitars sweep and shimmer like grief in motion, while the drums hit with quiet resolve, always poignant but never overstated. There’s a plodding, pensive pace to it all that gives the track space to breathe, and when everything drops out for the a cappella section, the vocal harmonies step up and shine. It’s lush in the saddest possible sense. That rich layering doesn’t just sound good—it feels like collapse. A total outpouring.
What’s especially striking is how it draws from rock and indie in equal measure. There’s something a bit Teenage Fanclub in its melodic warmth, only here it’s buried under the weight of everything falling apart. Add a pinch of Weezer’s earnest, geeky melancholy and you’ve got something oddly unique—gentle in spirit but sonically full-bodied. It’s a world away from the band’s usual buoyant sound, but it doesn’t feel out of place. If anything, it shows just how broad their emotional range is. Whether it’s heartbreak, grief, or some deeper ache you haven’t got words for, this will find you where it hurts. And it’ll stay there.
