Slayyyter is kicking off 2026 the only way she knows how: loud, hot, and unapologetically camp with her new single “DANCE!”.

The track is the fourth single from her upcoming album WOR$T GIRL IN AMERICA, due out March 27th via RECORDS / Columbia Records, and it feels like the moment the era fully rips the doors off. This isn’t just a song, it’s a full-body experience that grabs you by the throat and drags you straight to the dance floor.​

The WOR$T GIRL IN AMERICA universe has already been chaos in the best way. The era kicked off with “BEAT UP CHANEL$,” then spiraled deliciously through “CANNIBALISM!” and “CRANK!,” each track building out this deranged, hyper-pop, club-rat mythology she’s been crafting.

“DANCE!” slides in as the glitter-soaked release: still bratty, still unhinged, but with a cathartic, euphoric edge that makes it feel like the moment you stop caring who’s watching and just lose it. It’s very “I’m the problem and the main event,” and that’s where Slayyyter thrives.​

The music video for “DANCE!” is, simply put, insane in the best, most pop-star way. She looks immaculate, beyond, and fully beat: hair, makeup, styling, everything turned up past 10. The visuals lean into that fantasy where the pop girl is the center of the universe, and the camera worships her like it knows it. There’s this almost theatrical confidence to it, like she’s fully aware she’s serving and wants you to know it too.​

And then there’s the rain. When a pop girl is in the rain, it’s already an automatic serve, but in “DANCE!” it pushes everything over the edge. The video gives 2001 “I’m A Slave 4 U” energy… sweaty, sensual, iconic, but filtered through Slayyyter’s world: more brat, more bite, more internet baby chaos.

It’s all wet hair, smudged glam, and that “don’t touch me unless you’re obsessed with me” energy. She looks drop dead gorgeous, like the kind of pop star people make moodboards about, and hyping her up at this point isn’t optional; it’s a responsibility.​

With “DANCE!,” Slayyyter proves once again that she understands the assignment: the song hits, the visuals hit harder, and the whole package feels like a love letter to messy, maximalist pop girls who turn their drama into art and then into a night out. If this is where WOR$T GIRL IN AMERICA is heading, March 27th is about to belong to her.