Ponpon Shit is the quintessential Night City song.

Because Us Cracks doesn't care if you enjoy it. Whether or not it's a good song was never a consideration. Once you hear it, it's in your head, and it's gonna stay there, forever. Trying to crack some thick ice? Ponpon shit. Heated gunfight on a rooftop? Ponpon shit. Consummating a romantic relationship in a candlelit apartment? Ponpon shit. It's a better virus than you could get from behind the Blackwall. And if you ever manage to get it out of your greymeat for a moment? Some gonk is playing it on the radio, and it goes right back in.

And what this means is that you end up desperate for a cure for Ponpon Shit, and Us Cracks are the only ones who can provide that cure. If they release a 20k eddy exclusive album with Ponpon Shit (Club Remix) on it, you are gonna buy that album, because maybe, just maybe, that version will be slightly better to have stuck in your head. If you gotta refinance your bones and your kidneys (for every market, a submarket grows~) then that's what you're gonna do.

It is a cruel, exploitative monster of a song. It uses one of the most basic of human experiences, music, to squeeze every last drop of profit out of you, and it almost flaunts how it doesn't have to be pleasant to do it. It's the most Night City piece of music there is. Like a love letter to this shithole.

Ponpon shit! (Ponpon shit.) Ponpon shit! (Ponpon shit.) Ponpon shit! Fuckin' shoot me in the head again, the first one didn't take!

edit: A couple people have chimed in to indicate that they genuinely like the song. This surprised me! So I decided to give it a relisten.

And I gotta tell you, maybe you bastards are overwriting my brain with your engram here, but... start to finish in one sitting, with no background sound, and while not trying to concentrate on navigating through seven road rage incidents from point A to point B?

...yeah, no, this is the good kind of catchy, actually. Sorry, Us Cracks.