On her last album, 2024's Negative Spaces, Poppy set a new bar for herself, but she’s evidently undaunted by the thought of clearing it. Rarely concerned with numbers and milestones, she’s chasing what excites her, which right now is the raw, unfettered energy that she finds when she unleashes her emotions live. It certainly helps that she’s got a huge well of rage stored, specifically for those in life who take and hoard and pile their trophies up with little regard for its impact, or how long it might last.
Stylistically, Empty Hands isn’t wildly removed from Negative Spaces, especially as alternative mega-producer Jordan Fish is at the helm once again. It both builds on its strengths and irons out its weaknesses, particularly where Jordan’s production style is concerned. Instead of crowding out Poppy’s own style with his, their palettes coalesce better, such as on the volcanic yet melodic Bruised Sky and the skyscraping sweetness of Guardian.
It’s varied but cohesive, never sagging even with a 13-song tracklist, with glints of some of Poppy’s most exciting ideas yet. Chief among them is opener Public Domain, a juddering industrial number flowing from mocking, robotic vocals – ‘Fuck your ignorant opinions / Maybe you ain't got a reason to live,’ she sneers – into something almost theatrical, representing Poppy at her most individual.