Kiiara - "Gold"

Here's a pretty perfect glitchy song by a 20-year-old hardware store clerk from Illinois about fooling around with someone's brother because they've fucked with you, about needing to fuck them back. I can't think of another song I've heard in a long, long time that's walked the angry-sexy line this full-engagingly; there's something so satisfying about that balance, about the weird alchemy this song pulls off. The structure of "Gold" is so familiar and so new at the same time - you feel like you're going to know the chorus in your bones, on the way to it, and then you get there and it's its own new language, nothing you've ever heard before, nothing you could've imagined. Plus if Kiiara saying she's going to "bite your fillings out" doesn't seem like the hottest weirdest thing you've ever heard then I'm not sure what to tell you. This song feels like pure electrical current; hums through you head-to-toe, too dangerous to grasp bare-handed. A gorgeous dark mutation of some more boring basic song-of-the-summer gene. Uneasy balance, pulled-taut bassline, tight rise and fall controlled like only something ready to spin out at any moment can be. Hard bounce, low hum, late-night, buzzing. Ready to snap back any second.