miiroux

This record is a pretentious and abrasive and skilled and poetic example of why i'm so proud of being a native spanish speaker. There's something about our language that makes confessional/personal lyrics feel even more intricate and intimate, but also expansive and raw. "Catastrofe" is my jam, but "Puente" will probably end up in my 2026 favs.

This album is a love letter to your own body and your own pleasure, and also another reminder of why Sweden keeps creating the best pop in the universe. Maybe not as memorable as i expected, and also a bit cringe (the Adam Driver reference, ffs), but it's solid and sensual and sophisticated enough to make me wanna sweat every song on the dance floor. My banger is "Really Real", and the real banger is Robyn herself. Absolute fucking horny and genius queen.

This album is bombastic, melodramatic, excessive, chaotic, ridiculous, unapologetic, and the biggest thing you'll ever listen to in your entire life. It works perfectly as a weeping therapy session and also a grandiose West End musical. I can't remember the last time an album made me cry while jumping around my bedroom. It's healing and comforting and funny as fuck.

The cold never lasts, my darling, it just teaches the heart how to burn. :')

This record smells like Y2K spirit. It's luminous and luscious and properly british. I have to deal with the fact that 2000s trip hop is having a comeback because is vintage and that means i'm old as fuck. "300 dreams" is the banger but "Obvious" is my jam.