For fans of Phoenix and Two Door Cinema Club:
“Goldrushed” - The Royal Concept
They’re on tour with the near-famed Wold Gang. Enjoy.
THE CURE - WHY CAN’T I BE YOU?
Robert Smith, the original emo kid, never looked so awkward or uncomfortable as he does doing choreography in this strange furry outfit.
Sidenote: this is my new aerobics workout.
PEACHES - BILLIONAIRE
What I’ve always wondered is, when Peaches says “Fuck you like a billionaire,” does she mean:
1) fucking someone as though she is a billionaire?
2) fucking someone as though the fuckee is a billionaire?
3) she is saying “Fuck you!” in the way a billionaire might?
GUILTY PLEASURES: RUPAUL - SUPERMODEL (YOU BETTER WORK)
I completely forgot how much I love and actually know all the words to this song. Though when it first came out I just thought RuPaul was a freak I didn’t understand, I now watch this fun video with the same lighthearted, giddy delight that Ru seems to have had while filming it.
Favorite Pop-Up video quote: “If you can find one human hair on my body I’ll give you a hundred bucks.”
SUNDAY DANCE PARTY: DEASTRO - LIGHT POWERED
This song is equally good for running up hills, electro-dancing cheek-to-cheek, and of course dancing your hair dry on a Sunday afternoon.
ALICIA KEYS - JUICIEST
Ultra-Neo-Noir set in Paris about an extremely well-dressed, jet-setting millionaire who dabbles in recreational crime solving. But what happens when one of those murders leads straight to his beautiful - and complicated - jewel heiress girlfriend? What a tangled and dazzling web we weave.
SLEEP GOOD - SUMMER EXPLOSION
Turn on this tune during your Holy Crap Summer’s About To End barbecue, or while riding bikes, or having a bonfire at the beach (do people still do that?).
MVSCLES - WHERE YOU ARE
This twinkly electropop gem sounds like floating around in a 1980s outer-space video game (Space Invaders?). Lasers!
FAVORITE SONG: DEVENDRA BANHART - SEAHORSE
This epic anchor track from Banhardt’s album Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon is such a pleasure to listen to that it’s easy to lose sight of how complex it is. It travels through six different musical sections, transitioning seamlessly between campfire country, Brubeckian jazz, hymnal chorus that cascades in rounds, soaring anthemic rock and back to his hippie campfire once again. It’s filled with Buddhist ideas of Zen acceptance and questions about the universe and love. In a way less annoying way than you’d think!
It’s an ambitious song that was expertly produced. Much like Santana’s "Samba Pa Ti," it’s the musical equivalent of making love. Is it possible to get drunk off a song?