We don’t often get to see the moment someone begins. Not the public-facing “debut,” but the quiet spark—when the art first breaks through the noise. For hoxie rae, that moment came in a cramped East Village apartment hallway with a scribbled post-it from a stranger: “You sound good – keep going.” It’s fitting, then, that her new single “Best of Luck.” feels like the reply to that message—years later and beautifully sharpened.
The song is a slow-burning pop-noir track with blues running in its veins and smoke curling at the edges. Over a hypnotic piano and minimal production, she balances control with ache, using negative space like a veteran.
What makes “Best of Luck.” linger is the intent behind it. “Narcissists feed off of well-intentioned people,” hoxie says. This isn’t vague empowerment pop. It’s a burn letter. A warning flung backwards in time to a former self, and outward to anyone still trapped in the cycle.
There’s nothing coy or guarded here. Her vocals sit unvarnished in the mix—close, a little bruised, all spine. She sounds like someone who’s carried a lot but isn’t dragging it anymore. Someone who’s learned to make the weight do something for her.
“Best of Luck.” is the first in a series of upcoming singles, and if this is the tone-setter, we’re in for a catalog of reckoning. Even her name is a reclamation. “Hoxie” from a grandmother who once loomed large. “Rae” from the child still lingering inside. This is music built from fracture, assembled without sandpaper.
And while the industry loves to talk about vulnerability, it rarely rewards this kind of specificity. One song in, and she already sounds like someone worth listening to.
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