We're seeing self-critical Pop on all channel fronts, but in music the dancefloor's speaking gospel. No doubt a byproduct of the same yearnings that surfaced in the cocaine 80s, electronic-based and synth-laced groups such as Ghostland Observatory, Hot Chip, and The Rapture are feeling the same as New Order, INXS, and Fine Young Cannibals, etc. They're feeling the hollow ends of vampiric nightlife in a hypercapitalist dementia. Except, 20 years intensified.
They're making songs to get dancey to, but at the same time asking: "why are we dancing?" The excess wearing them thin. Running us ragged. The slight reformulation is that these current groups are even more lyrically Pop than their predecessors. Keeping their resentment straightforward and simply read. But are we listening to the lyrics anymore? We should be.
Here are a few tracks that help you take a step back:
Daft Punk: Emotion
Ghostland Observatory: Sad Sad City
Hot Chip: Crap Kraft Dinner
Metric: Poster of a Girl
Moving Units: Anyone
The Rapture: The Devil
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where is this magnificent dancefloor?
in the will of our hearts and minds
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