Grief, love, rage, and the deep sting of disappointment – Grandmas House aren’t pulling any punches on their new EP Anything For You. Out now via Duchess Box Records, the five-track collection sees the Bristol quartet turn their amplifier dials all the way up while also cracking themselves open more vulnerably than ever.
From the first thrash of opener ‘Screw It Up’, it’s clear the band aren’t here to play it safe. It’s fast, furious, and quietly devastating – all about masking your true self just to be liked. That tension between honesty and survival sits at the core of this record, giving even its noisiest moments real emotional heft.
Next comes ‘Slaughterhouse’, which might be one of the strangest love songs you’ll hear this year – full of clingy panic and fatalistic devotion, it lands like a hug and a gut-punch all at once.
‘From The Gods’ is a storm of fury and restraint, channelling post-breakup powerlessness into something gloriously shoutable.
By the time we reach ‘Haunt Me’, the EP’s emotional peak, Grandmas House have gone full ghost story – not in the Halloween sense, but in that desperate, aching way of wanting someone back so badly you’d let them haunt you. It’s eerie, tender, and gutting.
Closing track ‘Nothing Special’ is maybe the most quietly brutal of them all – taking the rose-tinted glasses of infatuation and smashing them to bits. It’s a moment of brutal clarity, delivered with sneering vocals and crunchy riffs, like the comedown after a sugar rush of emotional chaos.
The addition of new guitarist Polly has clearly beefed up the band’s sound, and producer Scott Barnett (a longtime collaborator) helps keep everything tight without losing that essential grit. There’s a bigger, more confident feel here – one that still nods to their punk roots, but feels more expansive, more fearless.
Anything For You isn’t just another EP – it’s a deeply personal time capsule of a band pushing through loss, love, and late-night overthinking, and coming out louder, tighter, and more alive than ever. It’s vulnerable. It’s pissed off. It absolutely rips.
Put it on, turn it up, and scream along.