FIRST THOUGHTS ON KATSEYE’S ‘PINKY UP’ MUSIC VIDEO
words by FRANCESCO PIZZUTI
There’s something slightly unhinged — in a good way — about “Pinky Up,” the latest drop from KATSEYE. Released right before their Coachella debut, the track arrives with a video that doesn’t even try to be cohesive, like a moodboard you make on a 3 AM Pinterest-induced psychosis; absolutely impossible to stop watching.
Directed by Bardia Zeinali, the video leans into a kind of hyper-stylised absurdity with liminal spaces, glitchy textures, surreal humor, and just enough camp to keep it almost self-aware. It’s pop maximalism with a slightly eerie aftertaste, like something is about to go wrong, but never quite does.
Below, our completely unserious but deeply committed first thoughts.
The opening is… eerie? Are we entering KATSEYE’s creepy era? I’m listening.
Lara casually cosplaying King Arthur, but make it hot girl mythology.
The beat is popping. Like, aggressively so. No thoughts, just bassline.
Megan talking to stuffed animals. Pink poodles. Honestly… same.
Yoonchae has what appears to be a curtain integrated into her hair. Just what we needed after the Wuthering Heights fashion debacle.
The grainy film look?? Love. Bring back texture, please!
Suddenly: actual trans icon moment. Vivian Wilson appears alongside underground legends like Saturn Risin9, Mel 4Ever, VHEX, and Katalina. Pronouns are served directly into the camera. Major. God bless the dolls.
The car trunk reveal: emotional build-up… only for it to be Daniela casually eating TruFru. Cinema.
Everything feels stitched together with zero intention of making sense. Respect.
“Shaking ass in the parking lot” being a main quote. Like… Yes please? Baddies remain undefeated.
Neon pink cheetah prints, fringes, textures on textures on textures; maximalism has unapologetically entered the chat.
The aesthetic: old tech, backrooms-like spaces, waiting rooms, empty bathrooms, a strangely decorated children’s birthday party. Liminal but make it cunt.
Tea is served. Pinkies go up. Title achieved.
Oh, and let’s not forget the random flame-thrower flashing us all the way through!
All in all, Pinky Up doesn’t want to be understood. It asks to be felt, quoted, screenshot, replayed, and perhaps even slightly questioned. And honestly? That might be enough.
