Jaegerossa is still prowling the margins, still sharpening the blade. His latest sonic misdemeanour lands free of charge on Manchester’s new renegade outpost, Do It Anyway Records, a ferocious re-imagining of Norma Jean Bell’s “I’m The Baddest Bitch”that comes on with a grin and leaves its mark. Consider yourself warned: this one doesn’t tap politely on the door, it kicks it clean off the hinges and waits for you to catch up.
The room didn’t warm up when Norma Jean Bell put on “I’m the Baddest Bitch” — it surrendered.
This was Detroit royalty reclaiming territory. The bass crept in like a private investigator with bad intentions, the synths dripping neon onto the carpet, and then Bell arrived, not singing so much as issuing a quiet, impeccably phrased threat to mediocrity everywhere.
She presides. You can hear the factory grit behind the glamour — jazz clubs, union halls, a city that taught its queens to wear silk over knuckle-scarred hands.
What made the original track lethal is its composure. No hysteria, no theatrics. Just a slow, inevitable walk across the dancefloor while everyone else forgets how to breathe. This is seduction without negotiation, empowerment without pamphlets.
Jaegerossa drags the whole affair into deeper water, slipping saxophone into the bloodstream with a sly glint and a crooked half-smile. This is domination — finesse and feist wrapped together into one dense, slow-burning charge of power.
