A glossy little pop strut for anyone who’s been ghosted but has decided to look absolutely fantastic about it. Bouncy, sparkly and emotionally moisturised. The musical equivalent of blocking them, buying a new outfit and accidentally having a much better life.

A sun-drenched pop bop with the confidence of someone who’s ordered an Aperol Spritz before checking the price. Bright, bouncy and suspiciously cheerful, like summer has borrowed your credit card. Perfect for driving somewhere lovely while pretending the warning light isn’t on.

A gloriously upbeat dance-pop number for announcing you’re “absolutely fine” while behaving in a way that suggests several concerned group chats. Big, glossy and determined to turn emotional denial into a full cardio workout. The extended mix, because apparently the lie needed another chorus.

A warm, glossy pop shimmer that sounds like the emotional aftermath of an excellent but financially irresponsible evening. Dreamy, uplifting and just dramatic enough to justify staring thoughtfully out of a taxi window. Basically heartbreak, but someone’s put fairy lights around it.

A sleek little pop number about making catastrophically poor romantic choices, but keeping the paperwork immaculate. Sultry, dramatic and emotionally unavailable after 5pm on weekdays. A bad romance, yes, but fortunately Denise from family law is excellent.

A glossy, upbeat pop strut about achieving personal growth and immediately using it to win an argument. Bright, confident and carrying several extremely well-rehearsed boundaries. My therapist says hi. She also says you’re “a recurring theme”.

A sun-soaked pop bop with SPF 50, because even the chorus has been warned about premature ageing. Bright, breezy and moving at the exact pace of someone carrying two cocktails back from the pool. Basically summer, but with sensible skincare and an excellent bassline.

A bright, bouncy pop anthem for healing your inner child by taking them somewhere with a strict dress code. Sparkly, euphoric and dancing at a brisk 125 BPM, which apparently counts as personal development. You’ve done the therapy. Now get the tiny sunglasses on.

A warm, uplifting pop track that sounds like sunrise has arrived wearing linen and carrying an oat-milk coffee. Bright, gently euphoric and moving at a very civilised 100 BPM. The musical equivalent of deciding that, actually, everything might be alright.

A glossy little emotional wobble with excellent posture. Big synths, a confident bassline and the unmistakable energy of someone saying, “I’m absolutely fine,” while dancing near an ornamental fountain.