There’s a moment in Warpaint’s “New Song”—right around the first chorus—where the groove becomes a spell. The kind that bypasses logic and memory and time and goes straight to wherever your inner cool kid lives. Warpaint has always had this mysterious shimmer to them—like if you followed their reverb trails long enough, you’d find a secret doorway to somewhere better lit and less bitter.

“New Song” is different. It’s bright. It’s bold. It’s the band on roller skates in outer space, handing you a milkshake and a mixtape. It’s also one of the few songs that lives up to its name—it feels like a brand-new emotion, a sugar rush of possibility. If I’m stuck in traffic, folding laundry, or dancing alone in the kitchen, when that track plays, everything gets better for exactly four minutes and 16 seconds. And really, isn’t that all you need sometimes?