Lined with lyrical acid, Kat Saul’s “Luna” deceives the senses with its chewy outer coating, but once you take that first chomp, you begin to reveal the deeper, darker, and more pained layers. “You’re only calling ’cause she left you on read,” she brays into symphonic bursts. “And your bed’s getting cold and it’s getting to your head.” A world-ending anthem, if we’ve ever heard one.
Listen to “Luna” below.