Chicago’s own synth-punk weirdos FRENCH INHALER just dropped a new heater called “PLASTIC OCEAN,” and lemme tell ya—this thing hits different. Forget everything you thought you knew about these guys, ’cause they’re serving up a platter of energy that’ll rattle your damn speakers.
This trio ain’t messing around. The bass? Absolute monster. That bouncing low-end groove is the backbone of this whole operation, pulsing through your chest like a second heartbeat. Meanwhile, the synth is lush, swirling, and dripping with that moody ’80s aesthetic that makes you wanna throw on some leather jackets and drive too fast through neon-lit streets. And don’t even get me started on the guitar work. Atmospheric? Sure. But there’s a bite there, a jagged edge that cuts through all the dreamy layers like a rusty blade.
Now, lyrically, these cats are digging into some heavy stuff—environmental dread, the brain-melting chaos of digital overload, and that gnawing feeling of being totally disconnected even when you’re supposedly “connected.” It’s the soundtrack to staring at your phone at 3 AM, wondering if the world’s gone completely sideways. And somehow, they make it danceable. Go figure.
Early buzz is already calling this thing “old school” in the best possible way, and honestly? They’re not wrong. If you’re into Nation of Language, The Cure, or New Order, this is gonna be your new obsession. But even if you’re not, this track has enough swagger and sonic muscle to win you over. These Chicago boys are carving their own path, and it’s a damn fine ride. Turn it up, feel the bass in your bones, and let FRENCH INHALER drown you in their “PLASTIC OCEAN.” Trust me—you won’t regret it.