Katie Von Schleicher: The Best of What’s Next
“The beating angst of Bruce Springsteen...the brilliant melodic catharsis of ‘Goodbye Yellow Brick Road,’ then fusing it with unapologetically real-as-fuck lyrics.”

Soon after Katie Von Schleicher announced her new album, Shitty Hits, she tweeted, “first person to use adjective ‘histrionic’ to describe my new record wins the right to arm wrestle me.”
She was joking, but there’s a backstory. When Paste reviewed her 2015 mini-album, the lo-fi pop gem Bleaksploitation, we noted that it “doesn’t lack for histrionics.” It was meant as a compliment, but the word rattled the Brooklyn singer.
“‘Histrionic’ was a word my mom repeated throughout my childhood to shame other women who were emotional or to imply they were unstable,” Von Schleicher says. “It hit a button that was deep in my psyche of instability, which would also, in my connotation, relate to not being on top of your shit.”
In her view, the word didn’t capture how intentional she was about making the album. Von Schleicher labored over Bleaksploitation, working until the music reflected the feeling she wanted to evoke, which was very specific.
“It’s something around the sternum, I think,” says Von Schleicher, who also plays piano and sings in the Brooklyn band Wilder Maker. “It’s like this feeling of wanting to burst out of your chest. It’s not anxiety, it’s like a positive feeling of elation. The feeling you get when you’re dying to go write something, when you’re at a show or you’re walking and you have to let something out.”
That same feeling was at the core of Shitty Hits, though she took a different approach. Musically, Von Schleicher wanted concise songs, so she spent time editing them down to their essentials. Lyrically, she’s engaged in more of a dialogue with herself than on Bleaksploitation. “The lyrics were just kind of a byproduct on this record,” she says. “The bulk of them are from the dummy lyrics that I sing when I’m writing, which tend to be more real than the lyrics I try to write later.”
Perhaps for that reason, they feel intimate and deeply personal. “It’s like you told me, ‘Baby show me how you feel’ / Said it’s lonely to be with me,” Von Schleicher sings in a smoldering, startlingly assured voice on opener “The Image,” punctuated by a rockslide of overdriven drums that she played herself. The supremely catchy “Life’s a Lie” features a narrator who shows endearing innocence when Von Schleicher sings, “I wanna do something nice for you / Like holding your hand while you’re sleeping.” Her discomfort with an affectionate gesture soon spirals into existential turbulence: “I’m a fraud and I know I can’t do it alone, I’m alone, I’m alone,” she sings later in the song, between finger-snapping guitar hooks that cut the tension.
“It’s like this feeling of wanting to burst out of your chest. It’s not anxiety, it’s like a positive feeling of elation. The feeling you get when you’re dying to go write something, when you’re at a show or you’re walking and you have to let something out.”
The mix of jaunty music and bracing lyrics is a reflection of Von Schleicher’s deliberate process. In fact, it’s how she defines a “shitty hit.” The album title stems from an imaginary genre that starts with melodic elements of ’70s rock: “the beating angst of Bruce Springsteen, or the shiny smooth cheese of 10cc, the brilliant melodic catharsis of ‘Goodbye Yellow Brick Road,’” Von Schleicher says. “Then fusing it with unapologetically real-as-fuck lyrics.”
The singer’s intentional approach to her music is sometimes at odds with an impulsive streak in the rest of her life. “There tends to be something about me I have to keep in check,” she says. “I have to force myself to think things through.”