Drugs by FRMTN is the sour cherry burst you didn’t see coming.
Think of sour cherries: deep-red, glossy, seductive for a moment — then that abrupt tart zip hits your tongue. That’s exactly what FRMTN’s “Drugs” gives you. The London band lures you in with slick rhythms and confident vocals, then delivers lyrics about chasing thrills, peer pressure and emptiness masked as fun (“On drugs, on drugs…”).
The production is tight, the groove insistent, and the mood a paradox — it feels like the dance-floor promise of release, but with a dark undertow. Like biting into a sour cherry: juicy, shiny, tempting… and then that abrupt hit of sharpness that reminds you it’s not all sweetness. That tension between allure and bite is what gives the track its edge.
So yes — “Drugs” is a sour cherry: glossy, charged, and with a sweet-then-sting flavour that lingers longer than you expect.
