Last summer Toronto’s SINGLE MOTHERS released their sophomore album Our Pleasure,

Its the the follow up to their critically-celebrated debut Negative Qualities, and a release that explored the more pop oriented side of frontman Drew Thomson’s songwriting.

Today the band are releasing their first new music since that album with the Revolver Magazine premiere of ‘Switch Off’, a searing sub minute thirty blast of post-hardcore that represents a hard swing in the opposite direction.

Listen to ‘Switch Off’ on Revolver or YouTube

The track, described by Revolver as “84 seconds of pure punk rock fury,” deals in the frank self-reflection that has become Thomson‘s calling card, as he explains to the magazine: “‘Switch Off’ is kind of about testing who you are and who you could be and who you want to be, switching off the past ‘you’ and shedding that old skin while taking a step forward – giving that ‘new improved you’ a spin for a bit and seeing just how the new skin fits. Sometimes a change can last, sometimes it can’t – but just ‘trying’ is the first step to succeeding, right? Hard to say for sure.  A lot of ground can be made before the past starts pulling your ankles, tapping you on the shoulder, beckoning your name. ’All I Had to do was switch off’ – sounds easy but it ain’t, most demons don’t just go away.”

‘Switch Off’ is out now on Big Scary Monsters and is available for purchase / stream here:

“Drew’s definitely been reunited with his fury again, and it feels so good”
Rock Sound
Combining scab-peeling punk with speak-shout vocals reminiscent of the Hold Steady, this band of townies from London, Ontario, ruthlessly skewers hypocrites, McSweeney’s snobs, drunk assholes, and God, just to name a few 
Pitchfork‘[Thomson’s] lyrics touch on relationships, poverty, and ambition with a blunt poetry that would seem voyeuristic if it weren’t so relatable…a pitch-perfect balance of sincere vulnerability and tongue-in-cheek egotism’
‘Single Mothers live and die by post-hardcore, taking influence from forefathers that range from Quicksand to indie-rooted acts like Cursive, creating a version that is singularly theirs and singularly incendiary’