Elise Trouw’s Elon Lust Era Turns Misogyny Into A Concept Album Carnival

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Elise Trouw’s Elon Lust Era Turns Misogyny Into A Concept Album Carnival

The track follows “All You Need Is Lust,” the first entry from The Diary of Elon Lust, which introduced the character with a Bosch-inspired fever dream of cherry heads and inflatable anatomy. Together, the two singles map the edges of a larger narrative that unfolds on the full album, arriving February 13 via Midtopia, with physical editions landing through the Buy Before You Stream initiative. Each song is a vignette that circles power, projection, double standards, and the slippery ways language excuses harm.

What makes this chapter of Trouw’s work compelling is how completely she folds concept into craft. A multi-instrumentalist, director, and editor, she controls the frame from every angle: sound, story, color palette, character detail. Elon is ridiculous, but never cartoon enough to feel safe. That is the point. The joke lands because it has receipts.

Elon Lust does not arrive quietly. The persona at the center of Elise Trouw’s next album crashes into frame with gel-slick hair, teacher energy, and the unwavering confidence of a guy who has never been told no. “The Perfect Girl,” out now with a full-throttle, self-directed music video, shows how far Trouw is willing to push this character to reveal the plumbing beneath everyday sexism.

Set in a classroom where Elon leads a straight-faced seminar on the ideal woman, the video plays like a training reel from a parallel universe that resembles ours a bit too closely. Charts, medical costumes, choreographed gestures, and absurdly specific criteria build a world where women are diagrams to correct, poses to perfect, metrics to hit. The tone hovers between sketch comedy and slow-building dread.

On record, “The Perfect Girl” is deceptively buoyant. Trouw lays an upbeat arrangement under Elon’s running commentary, weaponizing gloss to frame something ugly. The friction between sound and subject creates the satire. The sugar rush invites you in; the lyrics keep you there long enough to recognize patterns you have seen online, in group chats, at parties, and in comment sections.