Clare Easdown
Lipstick On My Restraints

Clare Easdown’s new single Lipstick On My Restraints doesn’t ask for sympathy. It doesn’t tidy things up or soften the message. It’s a song that sits fully inside the discomfort, and owns that space.

Recorded in the quiet of her lounge in Menai, Australia, the track was born from personal experience and a wider anger toward the failures of the mental health system. The sound is raw and deliberate, part bedroom-pop, part noise-driven release. It’s not meant to be pretty. It’s meant to be heard.

Lyrically, it reads like a letter that was never meant to be sent. There’s no filter here. Easdown writes about being institutionalised, medicated, ignored. But instead of hiding it, she pushes it forward, wearing the experience like armor. There’s defiance in the way she sings, but also fatigue. And that tension carries the track.

The title says a lot on its own. Lipstick On My Restraints isn’t just about survival. It’s about turning the shame around, finding some kind of power in what was meant to break you. It’s not about glamorising pain. It’s about refusing to be erased by it.
Influenced by artists like Billie Eilish and Nirvana, Easdown doesn’t try to fit into any particular sound. She just follows the feeling. And here, the feeling is sharp. Heavy. Unapologetic.

This isn’t background music. It’s a protest in disguise, one you might only catch if you’re listening closely.