Ah, SHINGEKI, one of my truest guilty pleasures in idol, where have you been? Probably nowhere other than the usual, which is to say doing a ton of lives and releasing plenty of wild-ass content right in line with their personal brand as the most random idol group in existence (who else remembers this whole mess?). I digress — they’ve settled into a perfect niche for themselves, possibly so perfect as to have gone quiet enough to escape my fleeting notice, and if I hadn’t mentioned them in the Weekender by chance the other day, I’d have had no real reason to want to look back and see — Hey look, an MV!

Never has there been, nor potentially could there be, an idol group so wholly committed to its own wildly unique vision of what it is, what it does and what it sounds like. And in the case of SHINGEKI, that means deliriously high-energy idolcore sprinkled through with rap breaks, narration, verses that feel like they were pulled from completely different songs, you get the idea. It’s not for everybody, and sometimes I can barely stand it (JUST COMMIT TO SOMETHING!), but it can also be wonderfully refreshing, like frozen watermelon on a summer afternoon.

I’m not sure what the occasion for this is, and that’s fine. Just keep practicing those two-steps, girl; they’re looking pretty good.