Ashnikko’s “Wet Like” with COBRAH arrives as a blunt invitation to pleasure and power, built for strobe-lit rooms and knowing grins.
It lands a fortnight before the sophomore album Smoochies and plants the flag for its mood: fast, filthy, and funny. The track was released on 3 October, with the album scheduled for 17 October via Parlophone, which frames this as the penultimate push before take-off.
The writing leans into consensual dominance and pure appetite, but it does so with cartoon snap.
Ashnikko sets the pace in the first verse with “high femme dom looking for a sub” and the chorus drills the title as a chant, clipped and sticky by design.
COBRAH slips in like a second spark, teasing “Tie me up, I’m lazy, I want you to do the work,” which flips the scene without breaking the spell.
The production keeps the picture sharp. Slinger’s beat is all piston kicks, elastic bass, and glossed-metal synths, the kind of club chassis that leaves space for taunts and asides to punch through.
Credits list Ashnikko, COBRAH, Skyler Stonestreet, and Slinger on the song, with Slinger producing.
Ashnikko’s own line on the single is as clear as the record sounds: “pure carnal lust and hedonism… music to stomp down the street to… music to top to.” That is exactly what the track delivers.
What it is about, beyond the obvious, is agency. The verses play with role and control, swapping who leads without apology.
Even the glitchy aside “matrix glitching, I want both pills tonight” reads like a door kicked open to choice and excess rather than angst. The writing never hides behind metaphor for long; it dips into it, then returns to the body.
Over on r/popheads, the top replies lean giddy: “SOTY… an insane thumping beat” and “infectious bars and melodies,” which is a fair read of how tightly the groove and chant fuse.
As a single, “Wet Like” works because it refuses to overcomplicate what it offers. Two voices trade power and pleasure, the beat hits, the chant sticks, and the framing is unblushing and consensual.
With Smoochies due in short order, this feels like the clearest statement of intent you could ask for: a club-hard pop record that treats lust as play, not problem, and lets the craft shine while the room gets louder.