11-minute short film<\/a> starring LA socialite Victoria Davidoff, mink appears to confront hell itself in the Lynchian backrooms of the Chateau.<\/span><\/p>\nAs for the sonics themselves, fakemink has spoken at length about how <\/span>Terrified<\/span><\/em>\u2019s journey from hell to heaven manifests in the gradual removal of low-end frequencies throughout the project\u2019s 55-minute runtime. Truth be told, though, given fakemink\u2019s penchant for musical rule-breaking, this is not immediately obvious. For the most part, <\/span>Terrified<\/span><\/em> stays true to the heady intersection of cloud rap and electronic pop \u2013 increasingly being referred to as \u201csleazepop\u201d \u2013 that has coloured much of mink\u2019s output over the last 12 months, while his usual tropes of pitch-shifted vocals, distortion and jerk drum patterns are still very much present here. There is not much in the way of an \u201cEaster Pink\u201d or \u201cLV Sandals\u201d-level underground hit, but <\/span>Terrified<\/span><\/em> also feels like the kind of project that will grow with time, with choice one-liners \u2013 \u201cMaking money off your bitch \u2018cus I live in her playlist\u201d <\/em>\u2013 and continued vocal experimentation gradually rising out of the chaos on repeated listens.<\/span><\/p>\nTerrified<\/span><\/em>\u2019s greatest achievement is how it manages to ground and add depth to fakemink\u2019s hedonistic sound, which some detractors have previously dismissed as one-dimensional and superficial. It\u2019s a window into the rich inner-world that has always made fakemink such a singular voice on the UK Ug scene, and also a sharp commentary on the trappings of young stardom. For all fakemink\u2019s musings of fame as a descent, <\/span>Terrified <\/span><\/em>is a bold step towards the quote-unquote \u2018serious artist\u2019 he\u2019s always wanted to be. <\/span>Below, we break down our five favourite tracks.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/p>\n