Sore Spot: Dilly Dally’s Cold Burn to the Top

photo by David Waldman
The opening notes of Sore hit like a swarm of honeybees. White noise surges, whipping electric as Katie Monks counts it off: “One, two, three, four.” Three parts venom, one part sweet. Dilly Dally works like this: heavy meets light, sharp tempers soft. Across eleven succinct tracks, their debut album whittles light and dark into a seething mass of punk-pop. The Toronto quartet’s bright hooks bleed directly into combustible, guttural screams from Monks. Th