There are monents when someone thinks they’ve got you, like they’re smoother and shinier than the rest. You can sense them trying to collect you like you’re a goddamn trophy. Floss Jordan’s new track “Midas” is for that moment. It’s powerful and liberating. I’ve been playing it on repeat, strutting around my apartment in nothing but a silk robe and heels like I own the world—because this song makes me feel like I do.
Inspired by the myth of King Midas—the man who turned everything he touched into gold—but Floss flips the whole thing with a wink and a smirk. In her world, she isn’t some passive girl-turned-treasure. No, babe. She resists. “You think you’ve got the Midas touch, but I won’t turn to gold.” That lyric is like a slap and a kiss. I’ve been that girl in the club. I’ve locked eyes with someone who thinks they’re the main character—and then walked away, untouched, because I know better.
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The production is molten magic: synths glimmer like champagne in low light while the beat pulses with a deep, dark hunger. It’s cinematic and ethereal. You don’t just hear Midas—you absorb it. The way her vocals float through the chorus, layered and ghostly, makes it seem like she’s both the temptation and the warning.
And Floss Jordan isn’t just some new kid on the scene—she’s already caught the attention of BBC Introducing, Popjustice, Metal Magazine, and others who know what’s up. Her background? Dance, DJing around the globe, modeling for the likes of Tommy Hilfiger and Wella, spinning sets for Chanel and MAC, performing with Charli XCX and Years & Years—this woman moves. She creates. She commands.
You can hear that control in every breath of this track. “Let me be, let me see, let me go”—it’s not a plea, it’s a proclamation. She sets the terms. And honestly? That’s sexy as hell.
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I played Midas the other night while getting ready for a date—lips lined, lashes curled, little black dress zipped up with intent—and it gave me main character energy. That confident, dangerous kind. The kind that doesn’t beg to be adored but demands to be respected.
Because in a world of men who want to pedestal you and polish you until you forget who you are, Midas reminds us all that glitters isn’t gold, and not every girl wants to be turned into a jewel. Some of us are the fire that melts it down.
So pour yourself something strong, slip into something slinky, and let this track remind you who the real treasure is. Spoiler alert: it’s you.
