Deptford Sound Collective moonwalks in the room for a quick dance. Hailing from South East London, this loose-knit crew of musicians, artists, and community activists debuts with โGive Me. Give Me . Give Me, I want it allโ, a disco-fuelled parody that looks shiny on the surface but bites hard underneath. Dropping on Valentineโs Day 2026, the timing is no accident, because they are choosing love over hate, glitter over fear, humour as protest.
The track kicks off with a sly, suspenseful intro, like somethingโs about to go down, and thenโbangโthe beat comes pumping, unapologetically disco, strutting straight out of the โ80s. When the vocal enters, itโs a masterstroke of satire. Itโs tender, juicy, and deliberately over-the-top, delivered to caricature Donald Trump, with his tone, with his actions, and whatever heโs been doing lately, from seizing Venezuelaโs president for oil to threatening to invade Greenland. She sings like sheโs flirting with power itself, sometimes crooning, sometimes soaring into full-belt theatrics, and always landing the joke. Just the way Trump goes, she sings about wanting countries โone by one like goldโ and hoarding oil, diamonds, whales, and minds twist greed into a catchy, chant-ready hook thatโs impossible to shake.
Musically, the song doesnโt skimp. The beat hits hard, the instrumentation swells vividly, and everything is engineered to move bodies, whether on a club floor or halfway through a TikTok dance challenge. But beneath the glitter ball is a clear message. By mocking entitlement and authoritarian smugness, the song flips protest into pop, echoing the spirit of 1960s protest anthems while speaking the language of now. Itโs satire with teeth, wrapped in sequins.
As the chorus loopsโโgive me, give me, give meโโit becomes less about the voice singing and more about the mirror it holds up. What makes โGive Me. Give Me . Give Me, I want it allโ work is that it dances, jokes, and grooves to drive its point home. Because resistance comes in all forms and shapes and sometimes, just needs a killer beat and the nerve to laugh back.
Review by: Naomi Joan