That Girl

Smoke, beats and a gaze you can't hide from - it's like being in a club where it's always late and the rules are made up as you go along. Here, physicality and audacity go hand in hand: the rhythm is like a command to action, the words are short shots, and each phrase keeps your attention on a leash, as if it were a little scene at the edge of the night. The combination of arrogance and luxury is like trainers with a designer bag: funny and proud at the same time.

There is a bit of crude humour and a drop of oriental chic in this song, but underneath it all is a warm confidence in one's roots. It's as if someone is whispering, ‘you can be loud and still know your worth,’ and this is where the pull of the street and the festive, smug gait converge. A little provocation, a little cosiness and a steady feeling that the most interesting part is about to begin.