Toronto’s sonic firestarter AIKO TOMI teams up with multi-hyphenate Jesse Lucas on ‘INVOICE’, a ruthless anthem for the ghosted, gaslit, and gutted.
Delivered over a floor-rattling production that fuses club energy with digital chaos, ‘INVOICE’ is what happens when hyperpop, alt-pop, and underground hip-hop link arms and take a torch to the smoke-and-mirrors world of fake opportunities.
With AIKO’s razor-sharp delivery slicing through syrupy synths and Jesse’s trademark snarl dripping with knowing sarcasm, the duo lands every bar like a punch to the gut of every shady “collaborator” who ever promised exposure and delivered nothing. The chorus- a looping, chantable “My invoice is attached!” – is pure catharsis. It’s less of a hook and more of a rallying cry for the creative underclass.
The visuals crank the message to eleven. Set against a neon-lit Chinatown in the dead of Toronto winter, the video (directed by Lucas himself) transforms icy city streets into a battleground where performance art meets protest. It’s meme-able, menacing, and magnetic- every frame seething with barely-contained frustration and high-octane resolve.
What makes ‘INVOICE’ hit hardest isn’t just the production or the performances, it’s the lived experience behind it. AIKO and Jesse aren’t imagining this narrative. They’ve lived the unpaid gigs, the “collab” requests that go nowhere, the silence after the deliverables are in. This track is their receipt, literal and metaphorical.
In a landscape where “art for exposure” is still being peddled as currency, ‘INVOICE’ doesn’t just expose the lie, it sets it on fire and dances in the ashes. It’s the gritty, defiant soundtrack for creatives reclaiming their value.
