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Baby by Dijon, released by R&R / Warner Records in 2025.
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How do I even begin to describe this music? Its unruly beauty – its unlikely collage - and then, this piercing vocal, cutting through the tempest aswirl around it – and then, this heartbeat, grounding us in place. This song defies my expectations at every turn, every second bringing with it a new and unanticipated flourish. But as much as it is unlike anything else I've ever heard, there's only one name I can think to give it: it's soul music – music that's full of passion – music of the heart.
But it's not just any kind of soul music. This is music for those emotions that make us want to jump up on the table and scream at top of our lungs. This is music for those emotions that feel like you're the first to ever feel them, and that need a sound that's equally new and unheard of to express them. This is music about the thrill of just feeling this way, the unbridled excitement that makes every moment vibrate with newly discovered possibilities. And that's why it's so perfect that the leading line of the chorus is this: "I'm in love with this particular emotion." Yes, this is a love song, but in its first instance it's a love song about the feeling of love itself, about how the singer is enthralled, not by their lover, but by the emotion that their lover makes them feel. And it seems to me that this music is an attempt to reproduce that feeling in sound – its ecstasy, its electricity, its effusiveness – and to make us fall in love with this particular commotion that's been conjured before our ears.
And I am in love with this music; it's worked its spell on me. How could it not? There's just so much going on, so much to hear, so much that seems like it shouldn't belong, and yet it all feels just right. Like this song, which is basically the same one groove on repeat: the drums with a classic backbeat, the keys on the right with those steady, staccato eighth-notes, and the big acoustic piano interjecting at regular intervals with these little harmonic flourishes. If this was all the song was, it would still hit so hard, and have us swaying in time to its irresistible rhythm. But the brilliance of this song is that this groove is the backdrop, meant to be obfuscated by the layers of other ideas thrown on top of it. And boy, does this song ever throw on a lot.
I don't even know what half these sounds are. They're chopped, distorted, mutated beyond recognition, zipping in and out faster than you can even clock them. Like, is that a car horn, or a horn horn? And does it even matter? Because as much as this song sounds like a sledgehammer taken to a music studio, it never stops grooving – and more than that, the chaos is part of the groove.
I've never heard music this excitable, literally bursting with energy and creativity, impatiently flitting from one idea to the next. Which is fitting, because, it must be said, this is also incredibly horny music. It's not about love at its most poetic or reflective or even articulate; it's about love at its most hot and bothered, the kind that makes you want to jump out of your skin and onto someone else's – the kind of love that can feel halting and disjointed and that can send your head spinning – the kind of love that sounds, I guess, kind of like this.
But this music can also do moments of more straightforward passion and devotion. Or maybe the better...
