Posthuman's "Millions" feels like a dark siren song, luring listeners into a world where pleasure and destruction intertwine. It’s gritty and seductive, driven by grinding, dirty synths that pulse with an almost primal energy. There’s a slick, pop sheen, but beneath that glossy surface lies something far more sinister—an undercurrent of indulgence teetering on the edge of collapse.
The vocals are hypnotic, dripping with allure, as if whispering promises of ecstasy that you know are too good to be true. The song paints a vivid portrait of excess, where the soul finds itself entangled in fleeting highs, only to spiral into the inevitable decay that follows. It’s the allure of filth, a gleeful dance in the shadows where the line between pleasure and ruin blurs dangerously.
"Millions" isn’t just a track; it’s a journey into the seductive depths of industrial-pop, where beauty and degradation coexist in a delicate, twisted balance. For fans of Depeche Mode, Nine Inch Nails, or The Birthday Massacre, this song feels familiar yet fresh—plastic on the surface but pumping with a dark, pulsating heart. Posthuman crafts a tale of excess, where every beat lures you deeper, until you realize the pleasure was always a trap, and you're already too far gone.
Review by Thomas Imposter