Sometimes rage feels like church. You know that quiet, knowing moment when you’re lit up from the inside and every red flag you ever ignored flashes in front of you like a collection plate. That’s where “Amen” by Sunflower Forum took me—and I stayed for the sermon.
Produced by Barcelona’s beat god Gopent and fronted by Alyssa Jane’s holy-shit-she’s-good vocals, “Amen” is a sweaty, glossy dance-pop confessional built on disco bones and electric nerve. It’s the kind of track that makes you move before you realize the lyrics are dragging your ex like it’s Judgment Day.
And when I say “drag,” I mean full pop exorcism.
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“You found your god in the mirror,” Alyssa starts, cool and clean, like she’s smiling while lighting the match. “That’s perfect / Cause you don’t have to ask for forgiveness.” The bassline’s already flexing behind her—funky, rich, a little dirty—and her delivery feels effortless, but the read is brutal. She’s not heartbroken. She’s over it. And now it’s his turn to kneel.
“Treat me like a servant for your Sunday service / You speak like a serpent with your Sunday sermons.” That’s church trauma, toxic love, and social commentary all wrapped in one verse—and somehow, it still makes your ass wanna shake. Gopent’s production keeps it moving with Daft Punk shimmer and Dua Lipa bite but with a little Spanish heat folded in.
And then that hook? Don’t play with me. “Can I get an Amen?” she chants, dragging the syllables with just enough shade. “Act too brand new with the same ole shhh. No crown on your head / You wear that cross / But it cost much less. You ain’t making no bread / You just prey on the people you use / Go pray for yourself.” I swear I almost applauded in my car.
There’s no question who this song is for. It’s for every girl who turned her heartbreak into a setlist. Every girl who gave too much and got gaslit in return. Every one of us who danced through it just to feel something again.
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But Alyssa doesn’t just pop off—she owns her side, too. “Making confessions / I learned from my mistakes / And I made ’em into lessons.” The second verse shifts into her power. “My tears fell like rain / And I turned ’em into blessings.” She’s been through it, yeah, but she’s not broken. Just refined. And a little meaner—in the best way.
By the breakdown, she’s not even singing to him anymore. She’s singing to herself, to us, to whatever fucked-up, blank-page god was supposed to catch her. “Praying that you get your karma / Wouldn’t worry bout no armor / That cold dead heart been weighing your soul.” It’s not even shade anymore. It’s truth. Raw, scorched-earth truth.
We’ve covered Sunflower Forum before. The whole project feels sharp and intentional—like they knew exactly how to thread dancefloor euphoria with lyrical venom. Gopent’s production deserves its own damn altar. The way he layers the groove beneath Alyssa’s vocal? It has a Studio 54 feel, but with a vengeance.
So yeah. I played it in the car. Then I played it while getting ready. Then I played it in the middle of a smoke break with glitter still stuck to my cheekbone. Because some songs are just meant to carry you through the bullshit—and “Amen” does it in heels and gold lamé.
