Marcel Winatschek

Pop the Glock

Pop the Glock came out of somewhere between Miami and Paris and Hong Kong and didn’t sound like anything else in 2006—just this bratty, deadpan voice talking over a hard electro beat, delivering half-explicit references with total disaffection, like it was being narrated from the back seat of a very expensive car by someone who genuinely didn’t need your attention. That was Uffie’s whole thing: the nonchalance, the cool so complete it couldn’t be bothered to perform itself. She was on Ed Banger before Ed Banger was fully Ed Banger—Busy P heard her demo, put it out, and suddenly she was part of that Paris moment alongside Justice and SebastiAn and the whole blog-house scene that briefly felt like it was renegotiating what pop music was allowed to be.

The album took four more years to arrive and by then the hype had metabolized into something more complicated. But in June 2007 it was still coming, and Pop the Glock was still the track that got played when the energy in a room needed to shift. I loved her then. I love her still.