Don’t expect to love it after one listen. It’s Santigold—not Rihanna, not Katy Perry, not Lady Gaga, not Britney Spears. She’s too sharp for that catchy shit. And, I mean, Cody Critcheloe directed. His kitschiness is too much all the time everywhere forever, but my queer and Afro-punk identities are both being stimulated at once. This doesn’t happen very often, so I’ll refrain from too much criticism.