Jessie Murph’s Sex Hysteria was already a middle finger to genre rules and polite pop expectations. Now, with Sex Hysteria (Deluxe), she’s gone and added eight more tracks that make the album feel even more raw, more chaotic, and honestly, more Jessie.
Let’s just say this upfront: nothing about this deluxe version feels like an afterthought. These aren’t throwaways. They’re diary entries with basslines. “I’m Not There For You” is the kind of song that sounds casual until you realise it’s actually one long emotional unravel. And “Forever” with 6lack? That’s a 3am text you know you shouldn’t send but draft anyway, a sad, slow, shadowy track that hits in that dangerous place between wanting someone and knowing better.
There’s a looseness to the way Jessie delivers this deluxe. She’s not here to tie up emotional storylines or give us closure. If anything, she’s pressing harder on the bruise. “No Chance,” “Certain Kind of Love,” and “Easy Sunday Living” don’t offer any kind of redemption arc. They just sit in the mess, and that’s exactly what makes them feel so real.
The production still leans into Jessie’s now signature blend of trap-adjacent pop, gritty soul, and flashes of country twang. It shouldn’t work. But it does, because she never sounds like she’s copying anyone. She’s just carving out this jagged little lane and daring you to catch up.
Let’s not forget where she’s at right now either. This deluxe version follows a massive year: a Billboard top 10 album, her highest Hot 100 debut with “Blue Strips” ft. Sexyy Red, two tracks in the top half of the chart at once, and a sold-out world tour that’s still rolling through Australia before finishing in New Zealand. And that’s after an arena-level North American run and festival sets that blew up online. Jessie’s not up next. She’s up now.
But even with all that behind her, Sex Hysteria (Deluxe) doesn’t feel like an artist cashing in. It feels like an artist digging deeper. There’s no sense of trying to make anything prettier. She’s still exploring power, shame, sexuality, and self-destruction, but this time with even fewer filters. It’s like she ripped the bandaid off and said, “Here, look.”
There’s also a visual companion piece coming, not just a bonus music video, but a proper extension of the wild, warped world she’s building around Sex Hysteria. You’ll find echoes of the ‘1965’ video all over it, with vintage glamour twisted into something darker and grittier. It’s not aesthetic for aesthetic’s sake, it’s mood, and Jessie owns it.
If you’ve been riding with her since Drowning, this deluxe feels like another evolution, a bit more haunted, a bit more self-aware, but still fearless. If you’re new here? Welcome. The songs won’t hold your hand, but they will hit you where it hurts.
Jessie Murph doesn’t care about fitting into a sound or a category. She’s building something messier, more complicated, and way more interesting. And with Sex Hysteria (Deluxe), she’s not just pushing her own boundaries, she’s making it feel good to break yours too.
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