Days and nights in Malibu! I remember them so well! I used to sneak out after volleyball practice, shoulders still hot from the sun, and take the Pacific Coast Highway with the top down and radio blaring. The cliffs pressed close. The ocean flashed quick and was gone again. The day was already fading when I hit the beach. Nights like that had their own sound- bass steady enough to make your chest hum, hooks sticky like suntan oil on your thighs. ‘SUNSCREEN’ drags me right back there. The song feels like the part of summer when the party isn’t about sweating on the dance floor anymore—it’s about the way you lean into someone on the patio, drink dripping down your wrist, catching their eye because you both already know how the night ends. Mid-tempo R&B groove, just enough swagger to make you strut, just enough heat to make you ache.
The nostalgia hits right away: “Bump the radio, with the roof down / Jumpin’ in the pool and I might drown.” It’s playful, reckless, exactly how summer nights blur when you’re half-drunk and high on your own body. Liz twirls through it—“Look at my body / Drop it to the ground / All on my body”—turning every line into both a dare and an invitation. It feels like that moment when you know eyes are on you and you like it, when you drop lower just to watch someone squirm.
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This track has history—recorded back in 2018 in SOPHIE’s Nichols Canyon studio, whispered about in fan forums, passed through DJ sets like contraband, half-myth until now. Every detail feels soaked in that legacy. LIZ finished it with Benny Long, Sophie’s brother, and vocal engineer Suzy Shinn, making sure it carries both her comeback and Sophie’s vision. The visual even lands in Mykonos, the same place Sophie once imagined folding into her art. Pop songs don’t always feel like a resurrection, but that’s what this is. Sophie died in Athens in 2021, and critics were right to call her a trailblazer—Rolling Stone said she revolutionized underground pop. Listening to ‘SUNSCREEN’ now, I can hear both the loss and the celebration.
The chorus is pure skin contact. Liz sighs, “I’m into this / Driving down Sunset when we kiss / I’m really really into this.” This line feels hypnotic, like when you replay a kiss in your head over and over. Then she moans, “So squeeze it out / Rub it in, all over me / When I’m with you, all I wear is sunscreen.” It’s cheeky, filthy, glamorous all at once. Sunscreen stops being protection and becomes foreplay—sticky, slippery, all body, no boundaries.
Liz has always lived at the intersection of nostalgia and future. She’s been called the First Lady of Mad Decent, a Y2K pop princess who built her name on bubblegum hooks and underground swagger. Tastemakers from Charli XCX to Diplo to Dylan Brady stanned her early, and with billions of TikTok loops turning into millions of streams, she’s having a glow up in real time. Her vibe has always been “fuck a rulebook.” She’s stylish, cheeky, that girl next door who knows how to sneak into the club with a fake ID and stay past curfew. ‘SUNSCREEN’ proves she’s still got that rizz, and she’s bringing Sophie’s touch with her.
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The details make it filthier. “Drop my spaghetti straps / Only sunscreen / Keep it glamorous / Yeah, that my scene.” It’s a lyric made for sweat-slicked nights, straps sliding down, the line between style and sex gone. Later, she pulls you closer: “Yeah, I got everything I need / Just my skin and the sea / So feel me and touch me / Yeah, put your hands on my body.” That’s not just a summer fling—it’s a command, an instruction manual for losing yourself in someone else’s skin.
The video leans into that dream. It was shot in Mykonos. Renata Raksha co-designed it with director James Orlando, bringing back fragments of the original concept she’d built with Sophie. You see Liz shining, playful but poised, carrying both her own heat and Sophie’s ghost with her. It’s a Mykonos fantasy that feels like the afterimage of a kiss—lingering, hazy, unforgettable.
‘SUNSCREEN’ is a comeback single, but it’s Liz pulling her past into her future, Sophie’s fingerprints still on the glass. It’s sweaty, sensual, and confident. The kind of track that makes you text someone you swore you’d block, so that you can feel that summer sin one more time.
