Working Out With Lissy Trullie: Turning Her Album Into The Ideal Gym Playlist

"Oh eye oh/ Joe, don't go/ Oh eye oh/ Joe, I know," Lissy Trullie wails on the chorus to "Wearing Blue," the second song on her self-titled album, over-enunciating every syllable, exaggerating every "O." The New Yorker and former model otherwise known as Elizabeth McChesney sounds positively regal against a backdrop of click-clack drums, swelling brass, and teetering piano chords, asserting herself as if "Blue" were her birthright.

The context suggests that Joe's cracking up, but the thing about Lissy Trullie (Downtown) as a whole is that one never gets the sense that Trullie is emotionally invested what she's communicating with her dry, sharp instrument. This might be more of an artistic concern were she not so kinetically invested in her task, tapping and cracking and battering and scraping her words like a manic kidult who is literally bursting with happiness over a shiny new toy she's just received.

Listening to Lissy Trullie forces a mental picture of bodies in motion, being as it is a collection of songs that tries to make the listener as frenzied and aerobicized and toned and sweaty as Trullie apparently strives to be every waking moment. It should come with leg warmers, a gym membership, and a temporary Nike tattoo. As such, Sound of the City decided to rebuild the tracklist to suit the prerogatives of cardiovascularly minded listeners. What say we get svelte?

Warm Ups
TRACK: "Rules We Obey"
EXERCISE: Cross Crawls

"Obey" fairly begs for the enthusiastic and juvenile over-extension of limbs—say, sarcastic drum-major marching in public to the degree where you wind up kneeing a passing Wall Street stockbroker squarely in the junk.

TRACK: "X Red"
EXERCISE: Stretches, Jumping Jacks

Snarling guitars and handclaps make for especially fine bedfellows on churning "X Red," which builds up an infectiously drone-y head of steam then cuts and runs before you've had your fill of its ripcord verve or have really been able to draw a bead on what makes the song crucial for stomach crunches and coupe sing-alongs.

TRACK: "Caring"

The strumming on "Caring" has a quickened-pulse nervousness that lends it an unbalanced country-on-the-click vibe—but because of the prominent, bullying horns it's almost a sleazy, Dolly Parton strain of country instead of the alternative universe Green Day-circa-2000 album-filler cut it wants to be. And while Lissy Trullie will never be the queen bee of sassy jump-rope anthems—Rye Rye holds that title, right now—"Caring" finds her daring (and caring) to dream in Technicolor.

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