This track is glossy electronic. All the sounds are crystal and exactly where they should be, when they should be. It’s like if Willy Wonka’s Everlasting Gobstopper machine made electronica instead of, you know, Gobstoppers.
I’m pretty excited about all of the tracks from this compilation, but I knew SBTRKT wouldn’t disappoint as a first buy…So hopefully, someday I’ll get the chance to do a full album review. : D
This song’s lyrics are over the top and the ending takes the GUTS out of the song. But, this is probably the best single AFI had put out since Sing the Sorrow. Even still, it feels put on much like its predecessor “Miss Murder.” (Although truthfully I think I would still pick “I Hope You Suffer” over that BS-I’ve never been able to stomach the pop-stomp, Green Day-esque style.)
I don’t think AFI is capable of achieving their former glory and, unlike their quasi-contemporaries Interpol, have not been especially great at re-inventing without alienating their current fandom. Ian Cohen of Pitchfork wrote a comically accurate review of their most recent album and critique of their recent years here. That review sums up my feelings of anything else I could have to say about this song.
On a brighter note, I had the glorious opportunity of seeing their Halloween, Portland show which WAS fucking fantastic. There is nothing quite like holding up your teen idol while he sweats in your face. So kudos for them old dudes still rocking out live.
Rainy day vibes. Sort of reminiscent of slower Harry Nilsson stuff.
There have been a lot of “you can do better” songs since (and probably before) Señor LL’s juicy “Hey Lover,” but I love this one in particular for it’s beachy, summer-jam vibes.
So when I had gift card to blow, I picked this old gem to add to the collection. T.I.’s yummy voice gets me every time. So, not so new, but reunited in the rotation. Welcome back bruh.
“Mister Main” is so smooth. I have been ear-balling (?lol?) this track on my iTunes wish list for about a year and now it is mine, oh yes, it is mine.
Slinky guitar riffs, tambourine-lite, feathery layered falsetto. These are the reasons this song fills me with joy.
That’s about it. Check it out.
Will Butler is always someone I’m ambivalent about. When everyone was like “Rahhh The Suburbs!!!” I was like “Nah” and when people got to being like “Suburbs is so last year,” I finally arrived at can’t-shut-up-about-it station.
So here we are again. When I hear his voice on this track I want him to just shut the fuck up already, but like can we play it again…?
This song is garage rock, plain and simple. It’s a bit like The Strokes on speed. And his insistence on saying something meaningful comes off like a track from Tommy.
If you’re missing a song for your upbeat-summer-angst mix; throw this on. That’s about what it’s worth.
The first time I listened to this song, I wasn’t taking it very seriously. I was just enjoying the beats and her nasally delivery and then across my ears came…:
“I knew this one thoughtful motherfucker
He came from planet goodnigga or some shit
This dude deadass took me to the zoo
The zoo? The zoo.
Last nigga bought me leopard print lingerie and I’m like I got niggas taking me to see live animals and you pullin up with animal prints?”
This. Woman. Somehow mixing together humor with all the fucking problems and not coming off “angry.” Just done with the bullshit.
The snaps are 90’s cafe. The ringtone-turned-beat is 200o’s ATL. The attitude is “fuck you and that fuckboy smile you rode in on.” Best empowering break up jam I’ve heard in a while.
Black Girl Magic: We go to 11.