Here’s the thing about working in higher education, as I did for about fifteen years: You get to feel booming pride for a whole fleet of young adults who go out and start putting dents in the world. Sometimes, that pride can even extend to those fresh-faced phenoms with whom any connection was fleeting, tangential, or simply by association. This is my way of acknowledging that I’m not one hundred percent certain I’ve even met Emily Reo, beyond maybe a wave and a hello at the local cool kid coffeehouse, but I feel enough of a college-facilitated connection to her that the impressive ballyhoo accompanying the release of new music has me beaming.

For the first chunk of this millennium, I was the general manager and advisor to WPRK-FM, the student-run radio station at Rollins College, located just outside Orlando, Florida. Reo was a student staffer there, starting at around the time I left my position. (As it happens, known thief Diplo also volunteered at the station for the time, but his tenure was more ignominious.) To my recollection, I didn’t work with her, but I knew of Reo’s contributions as I stayed in touch with students I knew, providing long-distance support as the administrators who followed me proved to be, let’s say, less devoted to the responsibilities of the role. I was assured by reliable sources that Reo was a good egg and an uncommonly talented musician.

The latter assessment is absolutely verified by “Strawberry,” the new track from Reo’s forthcoming album, Only You Can See It. Built on a lithe and lively electronic melody, Reo sings of the constant irritation — and worse — caused by men who blunder imperiously through interactions with women (“Where is your self control/ Now you’ve been talking for a while/ Don’t even let me speak/ You think you know everything”). It’s a barbed brush rubbed vigorously against endemic casual male entitlement that manifests as blithe misogyny. And you can dance to it, or at least sway and gently pogo in the middle of an agreeably chill club.

Reo’s new album can be pre-ordered at the relevant bandcamp page in the format of your choosing. When I place my order, I’ll be sure to wear one of my vintage WPRK promotional t-shirts.