I am a workaholic in the least glamorous way. I answer emails in bed with one hand while the other hand holds the wine I forgot to drink. One boyfriend used to watch me drag my laptop into Friday night and look at me as if he was dating a sentient spreadsheet with good lipstick. One night he shut my laptop and poured tequila like my damn calendar had finally lost custody of me for the night. After the second drink we danced too close in my living room where nobody from my inbox could find me and he later got me upstairs to my bedroom where I learned the wellness value of being fucked properly after a long week. Apologies to the productivity girlies but sometimes stress needs a bass line and a man who knows how to make your body stop negotiating. RAESHAUN’s ‘Lose Control’ runs on that release, the disco pop fantasy where the responsible girl gets the night off and lets pleasure take the wheel.
The production on ‘Lose Control’ moves with disco pop heat and Toronto smoothness. The bass keeps the hips loose while the percussion pushes everything forward with a late-night pulse. RAESHAUN’s melodic flow rides the groove close enough to feel whispered into your ear. He lets the track sweat. The synths keep flashing around the beat, and the rhythm never gives the overworked girl too much space to remember her inbox. That is smart as fuck because the whole song depends on physical surrender. A record about losing control has to make the body believe it first. This one does. It sounds polished and sweaty enough for somebody to end up bent over before the second chorus.
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RAESHAUN starts by seeing her before she has to explain herself: “I see you, baby / I feel you when you lose control / I can’t tell you what′s in store for us, girl / I need you, baby / The way you move and lose control / You know that I want it all, want it all, yeah.” The hook is direct and hungry. He can feel the moment she loosens up, and the vocal makes that attention sound dangerously useful. I trust a song that knows eye contact can become foreplay before anybody slides a zipper down. The line about wanting it all gives the record its appetite. It is blunt. Good. Subtlety gets boring after midnight.
Then he gives us her context: “I see you workin’ late nights / But tonight you took it off / Pourin’ drinks for yourself now / Sippin′ bottles in the club / It′s been a long week now.” This is the part that gets me because I am unfortunately her. Work late and act fine. Answer one more email and wonder why your libido has filed a missing-person report. A woman pouring drinks for herself before anybody tries to rescue her deserves respect and probably a man who can follow rhythm. The sexiest shit in this verse is the night off. She is not disappearing into him. She is letting the office version of herself shut up.
The song moves from release into pursuit when he gets closer: “Got Chanel, got it all / Took a night off, dressin′ up, showin′ off / When you’re with me, you don′t gotta think at all / It’s okay, girl, come tell me what you want / You know I need you, girl / Nobody in this world can make me feel so good / So baby, come real close and then push it back on me right now / Just want you to myself, but tonight you′re goin’ through it.” This section knows clothes can be part of the foreplay. Chanel on, brain off. Excellent scheduling. The lyric about getting close and pushing back does the heavy lifting because the song stops flirting from across the room and starts making plans. RAESHAUN sells desire as relief. She gets to be admired and touched. A long week can live in your jaw and your attitude. Sometimes the cure is a drink in your hand and a dick that actually knows how to stay on beat.
The final stretch goes full body: “Baby want control, but tonight you gotta lose it / Just let me pull you close, you don′t gotta make a movement / Take some time and slow it down, just do it for yourself / So go and take it off now and / Drop it down to the ground, then / Let me pull you back up, yeah / Got me feelin′ your love, yeah / I can tell that you want me / Dancin′ close, you all on me / Stealin’ drinks from your cup, yeah / You know I fill it up, yeah / For you, girl.” The lyric is bossy and the pleasure stays on her terms. He is pulling her close because she already walked into the night ready to stop managing every inch of herself. That is where the song gets fucking dangerous. Losing control can be chosen, and RAESHAUN makes that choice feel wet with sweat and charged with consent. The beat understands the little switch that flips when my hair gets messy and my mouth gets brave. Some songs turn making out into cardio. This one could make an orgasm feel like the week finally getting screwed out of my system.
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RAESHAUN is a Toronto hip-hop artist and producer with a melodic flow built for sticky hooks. He pulls hip-hop and pop into vibrant tracks with trap pressure underneath, which explains why ‘Lose Control’ feels smooth on top and dirty in the pulse. He also brings real performer heat to the stage, with fans showing up in RAE branded merch online and at venues. The funniest part is the résumé. Raeshaun is a University of Toronto grad and Certified Public Accountant (CPA) who left a Big Four accounting firm to chase music. Finance lost a legend and disco pop got a man willing to make responsible women behave irresponsibly. Respectfully, that is a better fucking use of spreadsheets.
I think about that boyfriend shutting my laptop and telling me to stop acting married to my workload. He was annoying sometimes. He was also correct that night. RAESHAUN understands the same cure. ‘Lose Control’ gives me a night where I can grind against the bass and get fucked out of my own head if I want to. The song is disco pop with a hand low on her waist and Toronto polish in the vocal. It knows responsible ass women are still women. Sometimes the deadline can wait. The orgasm cannot.
