Eusexua

She made a word for it. Eusexua is the second before you come back into your body: a Prague bathroom, techno that doesn’t need Berlin to explain itself, album three out today. The group chat is already arguing whether “Girl Feels Good” is a hymn or a dare, and the answer is both, obviously. When a girl feels good it makes the world go round isn’t a caption. It’s the weather I remember from nineteen, somebody finally getting the lights the right colour.

Brat summer taught a lot of people the club as a font. Twigs is doing the other job, which is the club as a nervous system. “Drums of Death” was built on a flight to Berghain and sounds like it. “Room of Fools” is the somatic one, the track where you don’t raise your arms so much as remember you have them. The dress code for those raves was scorched soil and steel. In Cumberland that’s a wet jacket and the good boots: same religion, different climate.

I’m not interested in the “pop star goes techno” writeup. I’m interested in a record that doesn’t insult the rooms it borrowed. Play “Girl Feels Good” with the window cracked and nobody talking. If your shoulders drop before the chorus, you already knew the word. She just spelled it.