As much as we don’t like to judge books by covers and all that, it’s a fair bet that you can look at the name of the artist and title of this EP and have a pretty reasonable idea of whether or not this is going to be for you. Brash and filthy reggaeton about the joys of masturbation, learning to love body hair, and fantasies about being your bike seat – this is not subtle.
It is, however, a whole lot of fun. Kuntessa, a sometime go-go dancer from East London by way of Florence, has created a raft of songs full of attitude. They speak of needing to party to shake off the misery of the rainy winter, naive rhymes that call to mind CSS and Jimothy Lacoste, with little voicemail skits in the background and heavily accented sarcasm. It’s a kind of celebratory life-affirming chaos, encompassing the laughter of parties and clubs and sex and love and lust.
Pussy Pitstop is out now
