Revenge of the Mouse Diva Lyrics – The Hellp | from “Riviera”

The Hellp is cranking up the glitchy chaos for Riviera, their third album landing November 21, 2025, through Anemoia and Atlantic Records, and Revenge of the Mouse Diva kicks it off with that manic, Y2K-fueled vengeance, like a diva mouse finally snapping back at the world that underestimated her.

Noah Dillon and Chandler Lucy have been building this wild, hyperpunk universe since their Colorado days, blending noisy synths with punk attitude that feels both nostalgic and unhinged. This opener dives right into that: distorted vocals clawing over pounding beats and warped samples, evoking early 2000s electroclash but cranked through a modern fever dream. Thematically, it’s pure petty triumph, channeling Kafka’s mouse singer vibes mixed with internet-era rage, all about flipping the script on haters and reclaiming the crown with zero apologies. They teased snippets in lives earlier this fall, and the full thing hits like the manifesto for anyone who’s been counted out, produced with that raw edge they honed on last year’s LL.

Riviera marks their deepest dive yet into this sleazy, heartfelt hyperpop world, a 10-track ride that picks up from LL’s manifesto energy but leans harder into theatrical revenge and hazy nostalgia. Expect the album to orbit those indie sleaze roots they keep getting tagged with, but twisted fresh, from openers like this to mid-album bangers that sample forgotten eras and closers that leave you buzzing. It’s compact but intense, clocking under 40 minutes of non-stop distortion and heart.

The Hellp is in this unstoppable groove, coming off LL’s breakout that turned festival slots into sweat-soaked frenzies and those Coachella DJ sets that proved their range. A decade in, they’re shedding any leftover underground tags for something bolder, turning personal grit into sounds that feel like a middle finger wrapped in glitter.