Though impressive, being prolific comes at a cost. Everything requires its own cooking time and a day’s hours are finite. The number of projects taken on and the attention available for each are inversely related. The math is inevitable. Something will give.
In the famously sprawling creative family surrounding Orlando musician Dee Crittenden, the runt has long been Doxy. Compared to other Crittenden-associated acts like Alien Witch and The San Francisco Renaissance, Doxy was always the straggler. But not anymore.
After three years of workshopping, the quartet of Crittenden (guitar, vocals), Hazel Nutt (drums), Ocean (bass, vocals) and Alex (lead guitar) have finally clicked on their latest album. The new eight-song Death of a Doxy LP is simultaneously an evolution and a departure. No longer under the strict spell of The Brian Jonestown Massacre, Doxy here moves away from the psych rock that was the original foundation of the band and the muse that’s permeated nearly all of Crittenden’s work of the past several years across multiple acts.
Instead, Death of a Doxy is a rock descent into noisier, more shadowy depths. The sound here braids together digging basslines, moaning vocals and buzzsaw distortion. It’s a darkly alluring swirl of post-punk and shoegaze that channels the trinity of Chameleons, Killing Joke and The Jesus & Mary Chain into a heady singularity.
Death of a Doxy is the band’s crystallization into a vision both more distinct and distinctive. At their peak on tracks like the burning “Aces” and “Fuckin’ A,” they thrill like a Killing Joke raised on Psychocandy. With this album, Doxy can at last stand on their own without condition, question or argument. Death of a Doxy now streams everywhere.
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This article appears in July 29-Aug. 4, 2026.
