Girlies, let me set the scene for you. You know the moment I’m talking about. It’s 2 AM and you’re in the middle of the club. Your dress is basically painted onto your thighs, and the guy behind you is pressed up so hard that dancing has officially turned into foreplay, leaving us fucking feral. Shery M made ‘Bubblin’ for this kind of moment. It’s got this Afro-Moobahton bounce, this dancehall rhythm that is screaming at you to grind so close you can feel what you’re doing to him – and honestly? You are loving every fucking second of it. And here is the crazy part – this track was made in one day in Budapest by three strangers. The chemistry is insane. But the real tea? Hearing Shery make a song about pure, orgasmic pleasure this loud after starting her career in the underground scene in Iran – where women singing was dangerous – is everything. She went from risking her life to making a track about sweat dripping down her body while some guy loses his mind behind her. If freedom has a dress code tonight, babes, it is very little fucking fabric.
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Now, I am much more interested in a woman who looks a man dead in the eye and tells him how to please her than a girlie who is just lying there hoping he figures it the fuck out. When Shery sings “You know it how to please me / Ain’t so hard, / take it easy / You want it all, and I’m the one / Keep on movin till we cross the line,” she is not playing games. There is no coy little guessing game here. She likes a hard one, okay? We all do. But she has been around the block enough to not get dickmatized by it. She still holds the power to decide if he deserves what he’s thinking about. That confidence? It is hot as hell. She is treating her desire like something she owns, not something he gets to define. Baby, if you want all of her, you better be very fucking good at following directions.
When the chorus hits, Shery officially stops giving a fuck about any backstory or apologizing for what she wants. “Bubblin Bubblin / Sip it up and work it out / Lovin it lovin it / Sweatin hot, yea drippin now” – that is pure, body-first release. The way it keeps looping tells us she has zero interest in explaining herself once the night gets good.
This is such a massive moment for her because if you know her earlier English music you know it carried so much heavy survival history. But here she gets to be horny and happy without turning it into a fucking lesson. She is allowing herself to soak up being desired and letting the beat take over until thinking becomes somebody else’s problem. Because here’s the thing, babes – liberation can carry the weight of everything she survived and still end with you looking down and realizing your bra is suddenly way too fucking ambitious for the evening.
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Okay, let’s get into the context for a second because this is where it gets really powerful. Shery M is Shahrzad Mohammadi, born in Tehran. She started recording at fourteen and later moved into Iran’s underground scene, where restrictions on women made singing professionally dangerous and her music carried real risk of arrest. She left Iran in 2016 and rebuilt her entire life in Vienna. She had thirty singles and four albums before she even started this English chapter. So ‘Bubblin’ is so fucking satisfying because after years of being told where her voice was allowed to exist, she is now using it to make a club full of people completely lose their minds. That is how you reclaim the fucking microphone.
Look, I have a lot of respect for songs about surviving trauma. But I also believe that surviving earns you the right to wear something tiny and disappear onto a dance floor with someone hot. ‘Bubblin’ feels like Shery giving herself that night. There is no lesson at the end and no emotional homework hiding under the beat. Freedom looks pretty fucking profound when it is your dress riding dangerously high while a man behind you forgets his own fucking name. She told us how she survived. Now she gets to show us how she celebrates.
