Showing Teeth’s status as a solo artist should be clear to anyone lucky enough to have witnessed her searing charisma or the deftness of her way with an audience firsthand. And yet, others are less sure quite where to place Addison, subjecting her to labels that are at best inaccurate, and at worst carry a slight residue of sexism.
“When a guy writes and records his own music, he’s called a singer-songwriter. When a girl does it, she’s called a pop artist,” argues Addison. “Why can’t I just be a singer-songwriter? Why does it have to turn into a ‘metal pop star’ or ‘solo artist’ tag? Just because the sounds I choose to go with aren’t typical of a singer-songwriter, because I think it’s typically viewed as being a role in the alternative indie space. Just because I’m screaming and there’s guitars and distortion, doesn’t mean it’s a different thing.”
Addison is currently in Nashville, where she lives, in the midst of a move from “a shitty old apartment to a not-as-shitty-but-very-old house” where her internet speed is running at a paltry 10mbps. It took her a whole day to download Red Dead Redemption. “That’s how vintage we are over at Showing Teeth headquarters.”
She’s a Kentucky girl, though, having grown up with half of her family in Louisville and the other half in the eastern part of the state situated in Appalachia, the sprawling region in the Appalachian Mountains that spans 12 other U.S. states. While both have their charms, Addison isn’t the most enthusiastic ambassador for either, though the sweet melody of her accent and the warmth of her demeanour are certainly a great advert for its people.
“I definitely resonate more with the Appalachian side, but I wouldn’t say either parts are great places to grow up if you don’t have a lot of friends or don’t like to be outside a lot. There’s not a whole lot to do other than go hiking and have animals.”
Almost on cue, Addison’s cat, Stanley, saunters into the room, arching his back sharply as if electrified by the attention he receives. This isn’t, we’re told, the feline photographed open-mouthed – perhaps yawning, maybe meowing – on the cover of ST’s forthcoming debut EP, A Fate Worse Than Loneliness; that would be Michael, who’s both a female and a recluse compared to the extroverted Stanley, so is hiding in one of the closets in these new digs.
Having more space benefits Addison’s artistic endeavours too. Anyone familiar with her YouTube channel will know many of her videos are recorded in her Honda Accord, generally sitting in one of the car’s front seats with her laptop atop her knees, headphones on and mic in hand, delivering incendiary covers of tracks by everyone from Underoath to Whitechapel. (The latter band, Addison says, is the one she gets most starstruck around, having long been a fan and name-checking them in “four billion interviews.”)