Sarah Herrera Is an Agent of Chaos, and Her New Album Is the Manifesto

If you’ve ever wondered what it sounds like when an unfiltered genius with a pool cue, a notebook full of deranged poetry, and a head full of legal amphetamines gets studio time, the answer has arrived — and its name is “Me Me Me Me More More More Mine Mine Mine.”

Sarah Herrera, best known as the frontwoman and hurricane force behind The Tommy Lasorda Experience, has stepped out on her own. Sort of. Same band. Same chaos. But this time, the mask is off, the name is hers, and the rules? Yeah, those are gone.

“I’m the alpha female,” she declares unapologetically. “I write all the music and lyrics. The guys? Jimmy, Miguel? Hired help.”
(Editor’s note: She said we could tell them.)

This isn’t your typical solo project. This is the equivalent of setting fire to every conventional songwriting approach, dancing around the flames, then bottling the smoke and calling it an album.

The Ungodly Document

The backstory reads like Hunter S. Thompson's fever dream if he fronted an alt-punk band. High off her rocker one day, Herrera wrote 20 pages — single-spaced, all crooked — using only six words or phrases: stealing, lawyer, taxes, homosexual, politician, and drink and drive. It became what she calls The Ungodly Document, and its spirit haunts the record like a ghost with ADHD.

Lines pulled from that chaotic scripture found new homes in tracks like:

“What’s Yours Is Mine”

“A Collect Call From Nowhere” (which already has a trippy, disorienting video out)

and the absolutely unhinged “I Like To Drink And Drive Because I Want To Be A Giant Pinball Going Down The Road”

You read that right.

The Tracklist Reads Like a Twitter Thread Written on Mushrooms

Herrera also binge-watched seven movies and three TV shows back-to-back on a three-day cocktail of benzos, coke, and inspiration. Every time a line hit different, she scribbled it down between the beer cans and blunt guts.

“I don’t think this has ever been done before,” she said. “Or if it has, nobody was dumb enough to admit it.”

Track names include:

Lick My Love Pump

No More Half Measures

Mah Brotha!

I Can Drink And Drive Because It Is My Right To Express Myself (an instrumental, ironically)

Each one sounds like a dare. Like she bet you $5 you couldn’t say it out loud without sounding like a maniac.

This Is My Jam (Literally)

One of the more accidentally brilliant moments came from a night out at a sketchy Jersey pool hall (yes, that rhymes with “Billar de Morristown”). Herrera, a legit 9-ball shark, was just goofing off with friends from other local bands when her buddy cracked, “This is my jam!” at a salsa song playing on the radio.

Cue five straight minutes of gut-wrenching laughter. That phrase — “This Is My Jam” — became its own track. Because in Sarah Herrera’s world, nothing is too random to become art.

The Tour That Doesn’t Exist, But Exists Anyway

Now comes the real kicker: the non-tour. Thanks to a manager that could’ve stepped out of a Coen brothers movie, fake tour dates have been submitted all across the internet.

Here’s where The Tommy Lasorda Experience is "scheduled" to play:

A Bronx crematorium

A 7-Eleven in Pennsylvania

The Meadowlands Arena Men’s Room

A Spanish-speaking Pentecostal Church

A literal cemetery (multiple times)

The Holocaust Museum in Poland

A fictional milkbar from A Clockwork Orange

…and of course, a Dunkin’ Donuts in central Jersey

Spoiler alert: they will not be showing up. But it’s all online now. Herrera calls it “performance art by accident.”

What Even Is This Album?

It’s a concept album, yes — but not in the tired, overwrought sense. This one doesn’t aim to tell a linear story or build some cinematic universe. It’s a mirror held up to the cultural mess we’re all swimming in, and Herrera’s just the one yelling underwater, hoping we hear the echoes.

She’s dyslexic. She hates writing lyrics. She gets high to escape the pressure of songwriting and ends up inventing new ways to write songs. That duality—resistance and obsession, structure and chaos—is the magic of Sarah Herrera.

Final Thoughts: Punk Rock Isn’t Dead, It Just Wears Lip Gloss and Carries a Pool Cue

In an industry obsessed with polish, image control, and curated vulnerability, “Me Me Me Me More More More Mine Mine Mine” is the antithesis — a loud, messy, high-concept, low-filter middle finger to it all.

This isn’t an album. It’s an accidental religion.

It dares you to take it seriously while laughing at you for trying. And somehow, in the noise, there's genius.

So stream it. Don’t stream it. Either way, Sarah Herrera wins.