Nature's Pill: Wishy get loud, get funny, get better
Wishy's second album is twelve songs about breakups, crushes and refusing to do the dishes, played by a band that knows exactly how long a chorus can last.
BY JOLT Staff · OCT 2 2026 · 2 min readNature's Pill lands October 2 on Winspear. Twelve songs, faster and louder than Triple Seven, funny about the mess, and the hooks come early.
Kevin Krauter and Nina Pitchkites have run in the same Indianapolis circles since high school. Krauter came out of Hoops, and the two started Wishy in 2021 wanting to play loud and have fun outside their solo work. Two EPs followed in 2023, Mana and Paradise, then Triple Seven on Winspear in 2024, which brought national coverage and a late-night audience. Conner Host drums, Mitch Collins plays bass, Dimitri Morris fills it out. Planet Popstar arrived on April 25, 2025 and pushed the band somewhere stranger.
“So fuck doing the dishes / Fuck these clothes on my floor / I don't care anymore now that you're gone”
Nature's Pill keeps the strangeness and puts the choruses back on top. Krauter produced with Ben Lumsdaine, who also mixed. Greg Orbis mastered, Conor Shepard made the artwork, and Rian Archer shot the photographs. The band has been touring hard, and the record moves like people who know how long a good idea lasts before it turns into a jam.
Guitars carry everything here: bratty power-pop chords, jangle that never washes clean, a bass that walks. "All The Rage" opens the album by refusing all of it: "So fuck doing the dishes / Fuck these clothes on my floor / I don't care anymore now that you're gone." That is a line written at two in the morning and kept. "Covergirl" flips straight into a crush, an easy lead over a groove that skips, and the swoon lands.
"Lovesick," out as a single on June 9, is the best case the album makes for itself: regret over wasted youth and a questionable haircut, sung like neither one is a big deal. "Sensational" runs on acid house drumming and a groove that carries the tune before the guitars catch up. "Kiss Kiss Kiss" is where the dream pop gets in, with "I love it, I want it" repeated until it stops sounding like a confession and starts sounding like an instruction. "Shift" dissolves into straight sugar, melody winning on points.
The guitar sound sits between grunge and jangle at once, and the record holds that across both sides without repeating itself. Nothing overstays; the songs get in and get out.
Not all of it holds. "Blitz" is the one that gets away, dull in a way the others never are, a riff and a tempo with nothing under them. "Headscratcher" plays it straight to a fault, as if a band this good at tangents owes anybody a simple song. Those two stall the back half, and at twelve tracks there is room to lose a couple.
It is for the people who want a guitar band loud and cheerful about being miserable: The Beths, Beach Bunny, the Third Eye Blind records you still know by heart. Play it in a car with the windows down, or on the walk home from something that did not work out. If you came for the quieter, stranger side of this band, Planet Popstar is still where that lives.
Wishy spent the goodwill from Triple Seven on better songs, not bigger ones. The playing is sharp enough to carry the weaker cuts. That is a four, earned, and the best argument this band has made for wasting an afternoon on a chorus.
