MAYHEM

MAYHEM landed today and the kitchen already knew the chorus. Fourteen tracks, Shangri-La, Andrew Watt and Cirkut, Gesaffelstein on “Killah.” “Abracadabra” has been living here since the Grammys break, Siouxsie in the DNA, acid techno with a hook that wants a floor and isn’t sorry. “Disease” was the October warning. This is the weather.

Everybody wants to call it a return to the Fame Monster girl, which is a fan-forum sentence. She never left the industrial. She spent a few years in other rooms. If you learned to dance in a leather jacket in 2009, your body already filed this. I played “Abracadabra” with the window cracked and started the spell before the drop, which was embarrassing and also the point.

Gesaffelstein in the credits is not a souvenir for boys who collect techno they don’t play. It’s a woman who still wants the strobe to mean something. Copacabana will get the numbers and Coachella will get the remix, but Cumberland gets the record. Put it on.