It’s Dance Music Thursday and Will can’t stop shouting about it…
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Will Adams: FAIS DES RONDS AVEC TON BASSIN! DES RONDS AVEC TON BASSIN! DES RONDS AVEC TON BASSIN! DES RONDS AVEC TON BASSIN! FAIS DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS! DES RONDS!
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Katherine St Asaph: I guess Fergie really DID book a Paris ticket! Or at least one to Igloo Australia.
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Alfred Soto: It’s not her fault the cadence mimics “All About the Bass” but I’m entitled to my biases.
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Cédric Le Merrer: The opening synths are sharp, cutting stabs whose edge progressively disappear under an avalanche of plushy house piano. Somehow it builds into a dizzying hula hoop dance, and there’s surf guitar involved for some reason. I can listen to it with eyes closed and imagine a great Winamp-style visualisation. I don’t really know why it works so well, but this could certainly do as the soundtrack to a variety of bizarrely themed parties.
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Brad Shoup: I’m going to treat this like a swat at novelty gold, rather than Yelle’s attempt at some Peaches-style neurodevelopmental tragedy. But to really make this work, the MIDI house has to hold a lot more — and more weird — dioramas. Moving your pelvis while eating an apple in Rome is just a dumb Beats sentence.
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Micha Cavaseno: You’d think that with their career approaching a decade, this group would’ve learned some new tricks. I just can’t get how electro-rap, a genre that was never that edgy or creative, sustains itself on more bad ideas with time. House pianos? You use house pianos now?! Yelle, the entirety of EDM is laughing at you from above in their lofty airships of decadancing, shouting “LIGHTWEIGHT” at you guys while spilling Red Bull-and-whatever mixtures on your heads. Get it together, or get out of here already!
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David Moore: The dollar’s precipitous deflation has only been exacerbated by Kesha’s abandonment of the currency altogether, so here’s Y€ll€ to cash in before the Fed takes inflationary action. The result is a pop pied-à-terre; empty use of the signifier doesn’t result in any meaningful contribution to the U.S. pop economy, but at the same time I don’t begrudge the French for having a little fun abroad.
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Luisa Lopez: Mercifully free of Dr. Luke’s handprints until that extended vocal distortion, which feels like a descent into hell and, I imagine, sounds similar. Everything else around it is so funny, kicking its colorful trash around the room until the movement becomes an arabesque, that it’s almost forgivable.
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Patrick St. Michel: It is far funnier spelled out, perhaps a bit too literally, here, the whole song an instruction manual of seduction that basically boils down to one direction repeated ad nauseum. As catchy as this gets, it also burns itself out by the end, which is impressive given a pretty scant three minute playtime. But for about 60 percent of this, it is delirious fun in any language.
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