Bino Bames’ Cocktail Princess Is a Delirious Waltz Through Glitter, Grit, and Romance

Bino Bames Cocktail Princess song artwork

Las Vegas doesn’t breed restraint, and neither does Bino Bames. On Cocktail Princess, the 19-year-old conjures a hallucinatory swirl of gauzy synths, fragile acoustics, and underwater drums that collapse into each other like old film reels warping in the heat.

“She’s my cocktail princess, drunk in the backseat,” he murmurs, as if afraid the memory might vanish mid-syllable.

There’s a half-sweet, half-strung-out quality to the track—a love song for those still picking glass from their palms.

It drifts between hazy intimacy and distorted unease. Nothing feels fully in focus, but that’s the point—it’s the kind of track that bruises gently.

It’s part psych-folk daydream, part shoegaze spiral, stitched together by Bino’s unmistakable vocal texture—intimate, shaky, raw. The whole thing feels like a demo that refused to stay unfinished.

Filmed on a battered VX1000, the accompanying music video slinks through Vegas backstreets like a lo-fi scrapbook: motorbikes, empty carparks, late-night streetlight confessions.

Bino, self-made in every frame, isn’t interested in polish. He’s chasing something messier, more human.

“I wanted it to sound like a memory you’re not sure you had,” he says. Mission accomplished.