Like the seasons, Punk never dies; it cycles. And from the sound of Juliet’s angst laden growl and her surly British slur, it seems the long winter of Fall Out Boy and Good Charlotte has finally surrendered to spring.

Finally a thorny rose has blossomed. One who isn’t masquerading in your mother’s eyeliner or writing pop songs about sugar going down down. Just a disaffected 3rd grader who doesn’t give a shit about her peers, and would rather spend the day moshing with her beagle Robert than playing dress up. Let’s hope early success doesn’t ruin her cynicism, so when Juliet hits puberty in 4 years she’s still enough of an anarchist to pop her pimples while screaming on stage, rather than shilling for Proactive.

via buzzfeed