B-Side Guys

Something peculiar happens when you split a butterfly down the middle—you get Batterfly, a two-piece outfit whose latest single “By Now” treats narrative structure like a stolen car: something to be driven off the lot and never returned.

The track’s stream-of-consciousness lyrics spiral through an American landscape where stolen vehicles and fallen angels share equal billing. “Do you mind signing in blood?/Just once for fun/Then you can shoot my gun (in any direction)” arrives less like a threat and more like a cosmic dare, the parenthetical addition suggesting even violence has become abstract in this fever dream.

What’s remarkable is how the duo’s symbiotic approach to composition—each member functioning as one wing of their namesake insect—manifests in the arrangement. The production creates deliberate tension between order and chaos, with structured segments dissolving into phrases like “Appalachian/I don’t see nations/We’re faking” before snapping back to that insistent refrain about driving cars off lots.

The recurring automotive imagery takes on religious dimensions when paired with lines about angels falling “Maybe once or twice/Or not at all.” It’s as if Batterfly has discovered that grand theft auto and celestial rebellion are really the same act—a rejection of prescribed boundaries, whether they’re police jurisdictions or divine laws.

By the time we reach the stuttered outro of “Lo-o-o-ot” repetitions, the song has transformed into something that defies its post-hardcore categorization. It’s a prayer for deliverance disguised as a crime spree, proof that sometimes the most sacred acts look like sin from the right angle.