Road To: is our series spotlighting the journey of rising talent as they approach pivotal career moments or break into new scenes. Each edition follows a different voice on the cusp — capturing the hustle, the turning points, and the buildup to something big.
For the latest installment, we’re mapping Six Sex’s Road To: Primavera Sound. The meteoric Argentine sensation is kicking off a new chapter with the launch of her debut album and a show at one of the most influential music festivals in the world. Remezcla caught up with the dance-pop vixen ahead of a massive showing at Lollapalooza Argentina and her first U.S. tour, discussing fantasies, milestones, and the female body as a weapon of mass disruption. Now, with Barcelona in her sights, Six Sex is ready to take the body party global, and we’re all invited.
It’s May 2025, and Six Sex has entered the first writing camp for what will become her hotly anticipated debut album, Ultra. During a 3 a.m. recording session with the producer Qiri, screeches begin to fly over a saturated gabber beat, blurring the line between ecstasy and horror. As the Argentine dance-pop vixen drafts hook ideas, she’s flooded by the many demands hanging over her: to satisfy her hedonistic audiences, to conform to the expectations of a chauvinist society, and to outdo her own previous subversions of both. The lyric “Yo no soy tu pornstar” comes to her, which would soon slap a dose of reality back into fans and critics who see the singer as a one-dimensional avatar of pleasure. In fact, for a woman and artist who has made a career embodying desire, consent and agency cannot be overstated, and the resulting song, “Ultra Terrorific Fantasy,” eventually laid the foundation for a poignant exploration of extremes.
“What for many men is a fantasy, for us is terror. Literally,” says Six Sex, getting to the heart of Ultra, a throbbing, maximalist epic that ponders what happens when debauchery goes too far. “As we began storyboarding, new questions arose: To whom is this terrifying? From what point of view do we explore these fantasies?”
A year later and with the project complete, Six Sex is gearing up to usher in this new era from the monolithic stage of Primavera Sound in Barcelona. Though she’s slated to perform on June 4 in a pop-stacked bill including Oklou, Doja Cat, and Bad Gyal, Ultra officially drops two days later, on June 6 at 6 p.m. Argentina time—because neither she nor Satan play about branding. Regardless, the momentous show will be her first time playing her personal new songs for fans, a ritual she says completes the creative cycle.
“The live element is my favorite part of the project, and it’s when everything becomes real, so I’m excited to see how people at Primavera Sound react to the new music,” she adds. “I feel [giddy], like when I played my first Lollapalooza [Argentina in 2022], which was the first time I performed at a festival I loved rather than attended as an audience member.”
It’s been a long, frisky journey for the artist born Francisca Cuello, who spent her teenage years twirling at techno and dubstep parties in Buenos Aires. Since breaking through in the pandemic with singles that oscillated between neoperreo and rave, she’s toured across Europe and the U.S., sold out the 3,000-cap C-Art Media complex in Buenos Aires, and performed throughout the Latin American festival circuit, including her biggest show to date at her second Lollapalooza Argentina stint back in March. But despite a list of achievements that would be the envy of most artists, presenting her first full-length work for the famously stringent Primavera Sound audience resonates as a profound personal milestone.
“I knew Primavera Sound was a huge festival with an amazing curation before I knew anything [about the music industry],” says Six Sex, who learned about the emblematic Barcelona phenomenon from her uncle when she was 10 years old. “I wasn’t even thinking about making music back then, let alone traveling to perform there. Now my friends and I are like, ‘What the fuck?!’ Because it’s crazy to share a lineup with artists that we 100 percent consume. Yo estoy chocha (thrilled),” she adds with a giggle.
I linked up with Team Six Sex in March, days before she performed for a sea of people at Lollapalooza Argentina. Prior to the festival, she co-headlined a packed warmup with the German hardstyle duo Brutalismus 3000. The cheeky slogan “Another Sexual Show from Six Sex” splashed across the screen, bookended with a large “X” that rated the performance: “Contenido no apto para menores de 18 años,” as per her 2024 hit “4 noviosS.” The glow revealed VIPs like club producers EQ, underground pop vedette Fiah, and Miranda! co-founder Ale Sergi. The crowd roared with the first kicks of “Ultra Terrorific Fantasy,” her new single at the time, as the singer sauntered on stage wearing a white bra, black panties, and platform goth boots. Modernas in deconstructed outfits began sniffing poppers before the first chorus, and after Six Sex’s final bow an hour later, about 30 percent of them beelined for the exit.
The next day, the diva settles into a seat across from me, wrapped in a gauzy dress scandalously slashed down her chest and stomach while held together with tiny metal clasps. This interview is on camera, so her fat blunt is replaced with an elegant Virginia Slim—unlit, but holding something soothes her nerves. Then the conversation turns to nipples, visible through the barely-there fabric, but quickly covered with patches of duct tape. These days, Six Sex is more concerned with censorship than overexposure, especially after Instagram took down her page last year. But with the Ultra rollout perfectly timed to coincide with Primavera Sound, promo hiccups are strictly disallowed.
Early in our conversation, I ask, “¿Con ganas de trabajar?”, quoting the viral screenshot of her ancient LinkedIn profile, to which she chuckles and replies, “Not exactly in the mood to work, but I love my job!” For a notoriously enigmatic artist, the meme made Six Sex’s civilian name ubiquitous, and while this is our third interview together, it’s my first perceiving Francisca Cuello. Though not an outright character, there are subtle differences: she speaks assertively and in a lower register than on her squeaky club bangers. I’m reminded of Paris Hilton’s vocal fry, conceived to protect a private world but gravely mistaken for foolishness. Protection is equally important to Six Sex, who earns a living putting her body in the line of fire, but to outsiders looking in, her horny aesthetics and aloof public persona are at odds with leadership and skill.
“A woman can perform, look divine, and hit every note and step, but all some people see is that she’s wearing short-shorts and a cropped top,” she says. “[The problem] is not me putting my sexuality up front, but how society has decided to view women.”
Fantasy is Six Sex’s primary currency. She evokes hentai illustrations and seductive Lolitas tailor-made for the male gaze—like Britney Spears before her, and Addison Rae after—exposing morbid urges buried deep in browser histories. Her libertine antics resonate with an audience of women and queer people who rebuke repression and find truth in flesh, while early bombshell anthems introduced a heightened visual world of sexy séances (“Purple”), sexy body shops (“Duro”), and sexy garden parties (“Area 69”). Recent EPs conceived and inhabited tactile environs, like the black-lit spin raves of Satisfire and the liminal all-white studio of X-sex. To bring Ultra to life, creative director Lean Vazquez and filmmaker Ana Massera conjured unsettling references from tentacle porn, gore classics like “The Texas Chainsaw Massacre,” and the neighborhood cemetery of the singer’s childhood in Villa Tesei, gradually warping fantasy into nightmare.
“‘Ultra’ means the most extreme point of something, and applied to the album, it represents the rhythm of my life before,” says Six Sex, speaking for the first time on the heavy toll of excess. “I was demanding too much of myself and not prioritizing connection with the audience because I was busy trying to sing and perrear without falling in my heels. I would even come off stage with my feet bleeding. During the recording process, I also stopped consuming [substances], and everything became very extreme, causing my brain to short-circuit. But it made the experience feel real and present, and as I wrote songs, they were more than a vibe or a joke. Ultra became my manifesto and taught me to stop romanticizing an extreme lifestyle, and that I can have fun in other ways.”
Change yielded immediate returns, with every Ultra single radiating refreshed mischievousness. “Not ur mom” amplifies the all-time zinger “Aunque me chupaste las tetas yo no soy tu mamá” with an unrelenting disco bass line and a clip of Six Sex gliding on roller skates and taunting an ill-fated suitor until his head explodes. For her grand return to reggaeton on “PANTALOM,” she dials up the raunch with musings of latexless intercourse while holding firm to her boundaries: “Pero si estoy ocupada fumando marihuana / No te voy a ver la cara, no vamos a coger.” In the spirit of detox, “boyfree” finds our heroine quitting the most dangerous drug of all (men!), instead seeking amusement and solace in her gang of baddies. The dynamic music video features Juana Rozas, Fiah, Qiri, and more of her club-pop confidants dancing the night away at a stan’s dream slumber party.
This sororial energy carried over to Lollapalooza Argentina, where backstage, Fiah and Juana Rozas teased Six Sex while getting into glam. Hand-rolled puchos hung from every lip, while dancers rehearsed in Lycra looks that hardly covered any skin. Production staff wore black T-shirts emblazoned with “Thank you, Six Sex,” and the contrast of nakedness and stage camouflage somehow accentuated the safety of the space. Then came an outfit crisis: should she wear the pre-selected black and white stripe two-piece with a playful ruffle, or go simple with a black panty and sliced up T-shirt? Both options underwent the “jiggle test,” with the sturdier original prevailing, but the bout of indecision served to expel pre-show jitters. Next to me, one of the dancers asked, “Girl, how do you stay calm?”, to which another replied, “I dissociate.”
Minutes later, Six Sex stepped onto the Perry’s Stage, designed with a cavernous widescreen and vertical displays scattered throughout the field, scintillating with psychedelic visuals throughout the coveted sunset slot. She had the vast crowd in her pocket from the jump, bouncing from the techno affirmations of “Hot&perfecT” to the campy fitness routine of “How to make your ass bigger.” Juana Rozas came out for the fan favorite thumper “I’m a Star,” while the explosive Fiah duet “XOBXO” ended with her rushing into the audience and starting a mosh pit—the definition of a ride or die. Met with rousing chants of “Olé, olé, olé,” a moved Six Sex addressed the audience briefly, saying, “I love being here. Argentina, el mejor país.” Then, on the next stage, the pop prima donna Marina wrapped her own set, causing most of her audience to migrate over and fill the lawn beyond capacity.
“It was incredible and unexpected,” says Six Sex on a call with Remezcla weeks later. “It was a mid-afternoon show, and you never know how festivals will go, but it just kept getting fuller. It was so fun, and I was at ease because I had my dancers, who are also my friends. We were super prepared, and it was satisfying seeing that work pay off. Plus, there are lots of inside jokes that I can say [in Argentina] that people immediately understand.”
In a matter of days, Six Sex unlocked yet another career achievement: her first U.S. tour. Visiting over 10 cities and selling out every date, she was thrilled to finally connect with her North American fans. “I was uncertain about how I’d be received, but I was surprised by people’s euphoria. Everyone knew the words to my songs, and if they didn’t, they followed along through phonetics,” she adds, noting a favorite show in Los Angeles, where she welcomed friends and collaborators MCR-T and Reysha Rami. However, because of the greater distance between cities, this tour proved more challenging than previous runs through Europe or Mexico. “We would have four days of back-to-back shows with trips in between, and that’s when exhaustion starts catching up. Travel, sound check, get dressed, add a new song… But then at the show, the energy would come back up. I feed off the audience and their energy, and that momentum helps me make it to the next gig.”
Six Sex’s next mountain to climb is Primavera Sound, followed by a sprawling European tour that will reveal new sides of her carnal bedlam. “The Primavera show is going to be really different,” she says, teasing the set’s broader emotional spectrum since incorporating the Ultra songs. “This show is going to have more of a narrative, not just uptempo tracks from beginning to end. There will be specific moments for perreo, screaming, and jumping. [This era] is about being present and watching what people do. But it’s going to be incremental, because I want to tell the story of the album as we continue doing the shows.”
With the combined album release and her performance at Primavera Sound, Six Sex feels revitalized, “Like being reborn from the ashes… cigarette ashes,” she quips. “Ultra is a lightning bolt that detonated new ways of looking at myself, feeling empowered beyond wearing nails and a pair of heels. I’m in my punk era now. I want to plant myself in certain ideals and use my body as a weapon.”
“So, I guess you have no choice but to come to the show, chicxs,” she adds.
For Six Sex, Ultra represents self-actualization, friendship, and community, making a robust play for international superstardom as a staunchly Argentine product. To bring this new chapter to fruition, she enlisted homegrown producers Cimarrón, bbynito, Qiri, and Fermín, top talent who’ve been in her corner from the very beginning. And while rapidly embraced by the Anglo dance music world, she continuously cites influences from Babasónicos and cumbia villera that underscore the DNA-deep significance of her homeland. In the end, through all the digital artifice and South American grit, I couldn’t help but wonder about Six Sex’s own ultra (hopefully not terrorific) fantasy.
“My fantasy is to have a month off, rent a house on the beach, and invite all my friends to chill and smoke weed,” she says earnestly. “I’m good with that. Sure, there are some career things I’m keeping to myself, but my fantasies aren’t about work.”
LinkedIn be damned. Francisca Cuello makes her own schedule now.
Watch Six Sex’s Road To: Primavera Sound mini-doc below.