gigolo

A glossy world on the outside and emptiness on the inside - like a golden wrapper with only air inside instead of sweets. The track echoes an eternal paradox: to be a beautiful picture that is admired but never truly seen. Money, cruises, ‘blue chips’ and eternal confidence in one's status - all this should warm you up, but instead of warmth, there remains a slight chill of irony.

Each verse plays with images: ‘certified gigolo’, ‘trust fund baby’, handsome and confident. And between the lines, an almost accidental weariness comes through - like an admission that luxury and other people's desires cannot replace real feelings. The result is a bold soundtrack about how to be desirable and still remain a little lost.