dark disco with lipstick smears and a killer strut

there’s a big, poised swagger to gala – the kind that wouldn’t be out of place on the trainspotting soundtrack, and that’s a pretty big compliment. it struts in with a four-to-the-floor stomp, an extra subtle kick comes in at just the right time, and surfy guitars build beautifully. probably best of all, the vocal delivery stuns.

the whole thing feels just great. a neon fever dream. backed by an unhinged video, all pulsing strobes and pink haze – it’s camp, it’s dark and it’s exactly the kind of banger we set up a blog to fucking write about.

somewhere between a berlin basement and a disco ball-lit dive bar, gala hits that sweaty sweet spot between chaos and control.

thank u for making this fantuzzi x