Who’s Your Daddy? by My New Mixtape roasts, provokes, and maybe even yanks a few listeners out of their comfortably numb echo chambers. With a voice that feels like sandpaper dipped in sarcasm, layered for extra bite, Nicolay glides over mellow strumming and a deceptively gentle instrumental backdrop, like a bedtime story being read by someone quietly losing their faith in humanity.
This protest music is the tired, side-eye-laced sigh of a man watching the circus burn down. Lines like “you’re even dumber than you look / it’s like you’ve never seen Star Wars, let alone a history book” is surgically painful that it leaves you groaning. Each lyric is a jab cloaked in wit, dripping with disdain and exasperation.
And then there’s that title line, “who’s your daddy?”, where he’s calling out a nation of voters with daddy issues and a savior complex. There’s pain behind the sass though. “The only love you seem to know / is one that’s mean to you” stings because it’s true. Nicolay is grieving the empathy gap, the willful ignorance, and the cult of cruelty that somehow became a political identity.
By the end, when he drops “you hate a queer, but you’re super gay for Trump”, it’s a mic-drop moment—not because it’s edgy, but because it’s the final laugh before the despair kicks in.
Who’s Your Daddy? might be existential dread pop, but it hits like existential slapstick with a conscience.
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Review by: Naomi Joan