This Catwoman-Selina selection opens in a basement that has already lost its lights. Cold, sequenced synth lines hang over boom-bap-leaning drums, and the low end hits hard enough to rattle a cheap speaker cone. Vocals sit close and dry in the mix, sometimes pushed into swelling, operatic lifts that cut through the murk like a spotlight in fog. The tempo stays mid-paced and heavy, so the songs feel like they are walking, not running. Art pop theatrics meet coldwave chill, with R&B grooves that refuse to resolve into comfort. Some tracks bring brash, nearly industrial percussion, others lean on wet reverb and slow, bruised synth pads. Turn it up late, when the room is dark and the bass is doing most of the talking. It works as a pressure-cooker soundtrack.