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Ok King’s “Lesser Gods” arrives like a Molotov cocktail thrown through the window of a celebrity afterparty, its explosive blend of hard rock punch and alternative sensibilities serving up a sardonic commentary on fame’s hollow promises. This New York City quartet has crafted an anthem for those who recognize the absurdity of social climbing while secretly wondering if they’d do the same given the chance.

The band’s signature fusion of guitar and synth creates a fittingly theatrical backdrop for lyrics that skewer celebrity worship culture. “They dress to kill lady gaga / Armed to the teeth with tits like madonna” delivers its observation with a sneer, while confessions like “I’m not a popular guy / I’ll do horrible things if it means that I’ll survive” reveal the desperate underbelly of social ambition.

The production matches the song’s thematic excess, with each element pushed to the edge of overexposure – appropriately, given lyrics like “Let every photograph you take come back overexposed.” The chorus’s invitation to “Get me high on life let me sacrifice myself to the gods on the roof tonight” captures both the intoxicating allure and ultimate emptiness of fame-chasing, its melodic hook digging in like a perfectly manicured nail.

What elevates “Lesser Gods” beyond mere criticism is its willingness to implicate itself in the game it describes. When the narrator admits “I’m the one whos been down on me / Fucked up trying to look so cool… so fucking cool,” it transforms from accusation into confession, suggesting that perhaps we’re all feeding these lesser gods, one Instagram post at a time.