On November 29, 2025, the four self-described “slightly angry punks” that make up Montreal punk four-piece Thee Soreheads released a debut EP that isn’t “slightly” anything; the unabashedly titled I’m Not Your Fucking Sex Doll is neither sonically nor lyrically measured in any respect, but believe me when I tell you that you wouldn’t want it any other way.
Featuring tracks with titles like “Riot”, “No Means No” and of course, the titular “I’m Not Your Fucking Sex Doll”, this EP is a full-throated and unapologetic tirade against the quotidian violence and mediocrity of men. Lead vocalist Maria Jiminez hurls her sharp-witted barbs with apparently maleficent glee, delighting in the heads that roll in her wake of her sharpened and straightforward lyricism (and if she doesn’t, well, I certainly do.) With equal parts explosive rage, satisfying catharsis, and finely honed wit, Thee Soreheads deliver six epic, no-holds-barred anthems that even the staunchest chauvinist will find difficult to ignore.
The EP debuts with fuzzy, muted guitar on opening track “3 Strikes” reminiscent of the intro to Richard Hell’s iconic “Blank Generation”, setting the tone for what promises to be an uncompromising record. “I make everyone’s life a living hell,” Jiminez chirps in her signature candyfloss voice – girlish, shrill, and unflinchingly feminine – warning that there will be no second chances for the men who dare cross her.
Listeners are invited to an intimate dish sesh on the tautological “No Means No” where Jiminez recounts in her cartoonish inflection a classic dive bar tale of unwanted attention and leering glances that invariably backslides into the eye-rollingly predictable “well you’re ugly anyways.” A funky bassline and hooky guitar melody thrum along over a bouncy, hi-hat-accented beat. Every chorus, I found myself shouting “NO!!!” before Jiminez had a chance to finish the titular adage; every woman has longed to shriek the way Jiminez does as the story builds to its inevitable conclusion. If only it were socially acceptable get up on a table and howl at all the men who, like Jiminez says, are “in my fucking space and fucking touching me.”
The record’s title track also serves at its thesis; on “I’m Not Your Fucking Sex Doll,” Jiminez decries a culture of men who treat women like objects, stating in no uncertain terms her refusal to be commodified or taken advantage of. The song contrasts today’s jaded, steel-nerved Jiminez against an earlier, doe-eyed version who might have lacked the experience to recognize the warning signs but who now “wraps [her] fingers ‘round the keys”, a behavioral evolution unfortunately familiar to all women. But Jiminez is no victim; if I’m Not Your Fucking Sex Doll teaches us anything, it’s how to find community in our shared anger in a way that makes us stronger together than we could ever be alone.
The record slows to a more leisurely pace on laid-back “Riot”, a mellow track that nonetheless maintains the sense of defiant fierceness that has been building since the album’s opening chords. Jiminez’s voice swings from sweet to snarling over an ambling, surfy bassline, pausing to let shine a whimsical guitar solo so sweet you’ll almost forget how awful men are. Almost.
Jiminez does some of her best vocal work on the up-tempo “Ratlike”, barking out such gems as “I’m not a violent person but I wish that you would die” over a frantic beat, voice rising to a barely intelligible shriek as she rails against yet another racist, sexist, “white suprema-piece of shit”.
Surf-drenched guitar over a four-to-the-floor beat shines on this EP’s swinging closer, with guitarist Ally McPake delivering another standout solo that bookends the record nicely. This track is something of a counterbalance to a record that thus far has proven to be unyieldingly defiant: “I’m broken, cracked and shattered,” Jiminez admits on the chorus, a moment of sober self-awareness that finds her unsure of where to go after the rage has dissipated, leading us to wonder: after suffering all the bullshit heaped onto us by this evil beast we call patriarchy, how do we go about putting ourselves back together?
It would be inaccurate, or at least incomplete, to assert that I’m Not Your Fucking Sex Doll is merely the cathartic ranting of an angry feminist, as many a miffed misogynist are likely to characterize it in an attempt to soothe their fragile feelings. It’s also a decisive proclamation of a refusal to be further mistreated and a call to arms to all of us to do the same. This explosive EP should be mandatory listening for every whiny man who’s ever made a fumbling, skeevy pass at a demonstrably uninterested woman and every self-proclaimed “nice guy” who bemoans his idle love life but refuses to examine his own behavior. With clever songwriting and the ability to spin a catchy melody and make it stick, I’m Not Your Fucking Sex Doll is a standout debut EP from a talented band that should be on every punk’s radar. The group is promising big things in 2026, so stay tuned for that, and head over to the group’s Bandcamp while you wait to cop a freshly pressed vinyl copy of this riotous record.
