If Don Broco were ever accused of subtlety, “Euphoria” is the evidence that they’ve finally burned that bridge, salted the ashes, and danced on the grave shirtless at 3 a.m. This thing doesn’t start so much as it coils, all teasing electronics and robo-purr vocals like the band wants to whisper sweet nothings in your ear before shoving you headfirst into a nightclub speaker stack. It’s seduction as a concussion. Then the drop hits—guitars swing in like wrecking balls dipped in glitter—and suddenly we’re back in the future-nu-metal multiverse they’ve been Frankensteining together for years, except now it’s sleazier, tighter, and twice as fun.
The bassline alone should be illegal. It slithers, struts, and basically dares the drums to keep up. Rob Damiani is in full carnival-barker mode, howling a chorus designed to rupture throats across continents (“Gonna live forever!”—and yeah, in that moment, you almost believe him). It’s turbo-charged hedonism wrapped in a neon snarl, the sound of a band chasing the dragon of its own adrenaline and inviting the rest of us to sweat through our clothes while doing the same.
Don Broco say the track is about hunting that first-time high, the lightning-strike thrill you’ll never completely recapture. Which is funny, because this feels like the rare case where a band actually nails it—bottles the feeling, shakes it, sprays it like champagne across your skull. It’s the fourth single in their increasingly unhinged 2025 run, and at this point they’re basically treating genres the way Godzilla treats Tokyo. “Cellophane” went full swaggering nu-metal theater, “Hype Man” was a grenade disguised as a pop song, “Disappear” aimed straight for the gut, and now “Euphoria” is the sugar rush laced with nitro.
What’s almost frightening is how confident they sound while detonating one musical mood swing after another. Don Broco aren’t experimenting anymore—they’re mutating, weaponizing every instinct they’ve sharpened over the past decade into something feral and oddly irresistible. The upcoming album Nightmare Tripping (March 16) suddenly feels less like a release and more like a warning label.
Fresh off an NYC show that reportedly melted several faces clean off their skulls, the band is storming into 2026 like they’ve been dared to take over the world. “Euphoria” is their gauntlet—loud, sweaty, unapologetic, and vibrating with the kind of chaotic joy most rock bands forgot how to feel.
Live forever? Maybe not. But this song sure tries.
–Leslie Banks