
A neon-soaked time capsule of the bloghouse era. Deadpan vocals meet aggressive, pumping French electro beats for a night that never wants to end.
The ultimate soundtrack for when you want to feel like a 2008 fashion blogger in a crowded Paris basement.
A cocktail of bored detachment and high-energy club hedonism.
The production is pushed notably harder into compressed loud than this artist usually allows.
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