The most prominent example of this I can think of is when A.G. Cook does this a few times in his remix of So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings (linked). It floors me every time. You can hear it most prominently at 2:09 before she comes in with “get a little lonely” and it’s like shoving a fork in a light socket. If I were in charge people would be doing this all the time.
Obsessive with this song at the moment, I can’t get it out of my head, they’ve laced this song with something.
It’s like if Michael Stipe of REM fronted Slowdive and told them how to write indie pop melodies with their silly guitar pedals.
Listening through some more of their stuff after finding them through instagram earlier this week but this track will not escape any singular judgement I have on their other tracks- they’re all comparable to how this song makes me feel and therefore cannot champion it.
Entire song has so much energy and then they hit you with this insane pause at the end that makes you think the song is over. but no. It’s back, harder and lickier and driving again. (2:20)
This is the best car ever made. It’s my car but we can rule out bias since I believed it was the best car ever made before I had it. That is why I got one. I have linked to a 3D model of it so you can appreciate this beautiful machine from all angles.
Fag Puddle with Candle, Shoe, and Flag, Salman Toor, 2022.
It’s at the Met. I only ended up moving because I could feel how bad the security guard needed me to.