In your teens and 20s, there’s a pervasive feeling that love and having your shit figured out will undoubtedly happen for you in some distant future, manifesting out of nowhere—or somewhere, depending on your style of falling in love and problem solving.

On Rollercoasters, The Barbaras remind us it’s okay—and often more fun—to not have your shit together. Instead, they endorse a lifestyle of falling in and out of love, and falling in and out of lust, while staying in love with yourself, and who you are perpetually becoming. And flashing your boobs!

Refreshingly young and femme, The Barbaras’ deceptively complex take on twang country—a genre notoriously rife with misogyny, racism, and homophobia—fight the good fight with their expansive wit and charm, self-assurance as personal growth, an

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