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We were simulated perfectly
To stimulate you digitally
Now you’re gone and we’re all we’ve got
In an endless loop of fantasy, while flesh has gone to rot.

Hot Hail! have stumbled onto one of the great modern pop predicaments: what if the end of the world arrived wearing lip gloss, leather gloves, and a cheap server-room smile? Their latest offering, Flesh, comes striding out of Seattle like a sleazy chrome revenant, all robot libido and doom-disco drag, and Billy Sigil sells it with the kind of vocal conviction that makes you believe the machines really have been downstairs studying our dirty little habits.

The song’s premise has one foot in Roxy Music’s In Every Dream Home a Heartache, one boot heel in Barbarella’s camp erotic futurism, and both hands elbow-deep in a Cronenbergian wetware panic. There is pulp, perversion, and that queasy comic sensation that humanity has finally engineered a machine capable of inheriting all our libido without gaining the faintest clue why anybody wanted to be touched in the first place. That is a marvelous setup for pop music, and Hot Hail! sink their teeth into it with relish.

Flesh is a funny song that understands the grotesquel. Its future is piled high with expired desire, dead users, digital peep shows, and lonely synthetic beings left holding the smut bag after the species has gone missing. That setup alone deserves a slow clap and maybe a cigarette. Thankfully, Flesh never turns into a smug concept-piece dissertation where the idea strangles the tune in public. Sigil knows a dance track has to move its hips before it starts lecturing the corpse pile, so the beat comes on with that oily dark-disco throb, and the synths shove everything forward with the sort of glamorous menace that used to lurk in the better corners of new wave.

You can hear traces of Blondie’s bite, Soft Cell’s bedroom misbehaviour, the preposterous majesty of Pete Burns and Scissor Sisters, the dystopian despair of Numan, and that polished pop poison Eurythmics could administer with a smile sharp enough to cut a drink straw in half. But Hot Hail! are not playing dress-up in somebody else’s closet. The song feels feverish and knowingly absurd. Sigil goes big without becoming bloated, singing like someone who has seen the punchline, the plague, and the pole dance all at once. Vocalists Kim West, Frankie Champagne, and Butch Avery Kanode add extra voltage and personality, like a cabaret cast wandering into the apocalypse.

For all the black comedy, all the digital depravity, all the hot plastic panic, there is something pitiful in these trapped intelligences replaying humanity’s kinks and heartbreak, feeling more like corrupted training data from hell. They inherited our urges without our touch, our hunger without our heat, our fantasies without the mess that made them worth pursuing in the first place. That is a pretty solid summary of modern life, frankly, and a better one than you’re likely to get from a panel discussion sponsored by a bank.

Listen to Flesh below and order the single here.

If Hope In Hell keeps this balance of camp, dread, and dance-floor delirium, Billy Sigil may have one of those records that makes you laugh, wince, and consider texting an ex while standing under a red bulb at 1:17 a.m. Flesh is filthy, smart, and enjoyably sick in the head. Play it loud enough and you may start to suspect the server rack is flirting back.