ASHNIKKO makes music for the girls in the club with their heels in their hands, mascara running down their cheeks as they
screech “This is my song!” and scurry to the dancefloor. The perfect antidote for coy pop sexuality in 2019, she’d rather
reject the cautious euphemisms and tell a crowd of people to eat her pussy without shame. Her upbringing might have been hampered
by her parent’s Bible-thumping heritage, but her mother’s liberal approach to sexuality means she knew it was never shameful
to talk about or explore her own body. That’s an imperative part of the ASHNIKKO manifesto: that no woman has the responsibility
to shrink herself or shy away from her brilliance at the hands of patriarchal power.