Like Charli xcx’s Brat , this is an album about sweaty skin, shaky walls and warehouse parties. Except, in the hedonistic world of Eusexua , the dancefloor is not merely about getting fucked up and feeling hot (no judgment here); it’s a matter of survival, healing from past traumas and letting go.

a lineage which has very often been to do with deliberately identifying with the alien, the machinic, or the nonhuman. It’s often been that the people who are making this music are continually pushing at the edges of the human, putting you in a place where you no can no longer understand yourself as the traditional human subject.