Float into the shimmering soundscape of Sexy Boy and you land in a glossy, pop-art portrait of modern masculinity. AIR repeats the title like a dazzling neon sign, while French lines ask where the athlete-bodied heroes and stylish, stubbled idols have gone. Dollars flash in their eyes, diamonds gleam in their smiles, and the narrator quietly admits he too hopes to be beau comme un Dieu, as handsome as a god.
Beneath the sensual groove lies a playful critique of consumer culture: beauty is branded, desire is marketed, and listeners are caught between genuine attraction and manufactured fantasy. The song’s looping mantra both seduces and questions, nudging you to decide whether you are celebrating the dream or recognizing the glossy illusion behind it.