― Tom (Groke), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 13:40 (twenty-three years ago)
― Tom (Groke), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 13:41 (twenty-three years ago)
― rex jr., Tuesday, 18 March 2003 13:44 (twenty-three years ago)
― rex jr., Tuesday, 18 March 2003 13:46 (twenty-three years ago)
― weasel diesel (K1l14n), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 13:49 (twenty-three years ago)
― JoB (JoB), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 14:15 (twenty-three years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 14:38 (twenty-three years ago)
― weasel diesel (K1l14n), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 14:42 (twenty-three years ago)
― robin (robin), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 15:08 (twenty-three years ago)
― robin (robin), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 15:10 (twenty-three years ago)
― kate, Tuesday, 18 March 2003 15:15 (twenty-three years ago)
Look ma, I'm listening to dance music... Not as good as Eric Cartman's version, obviously, but still... It feels a lot more coherent than the original. It bubbles, it feels submerged in electricity, and then the Puerto Rican girls turn up, just dying to meet us.
― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 15:31 (twenty-three years ago)
― Chris V. (Chris V), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 15:54 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 16:12 (twenty-three years ago)
Erm, same description, except replace "early techno" with "80s funk" and replace "boy-girl vocals" with "yodelling Julian Cope".
I am so predictable it hurts.
― kate, Tuesday, 18 March 2003 16:21 (twenty-three years ago)
― girl scout heroin (iamamonkey), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 17:46 (twenty-three years ago)
― Fivvy (Fivvy), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 17:53 (twenty-three years ago)
I'm sucked in by the circularity/repetitiveness of it, the way the verses explode into stunning choruses in a slow bloom rather than a predictably disorienting loud-soft-loud pattern. The "hey hey hey" that it all builds up to -- "it" being the simple, heavy, martial rhythms and and tense, reserved melodies -- starts out as a single point and fractures into a throaty multipart chorale on its trip up the arc. And throughout, the riffs stay the same, but the verse parts and the bridges begin to bleed over to the chorus in layers, until it's clear that they weren't really "verses" after all, just introductory statements of themes she'd planned to use later.
― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 18:04 (twenty-three years ago)
― girl scout heroin (iamamonkey), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 18:11 (twenty-three years ago)
― nick.K (nick.K), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 18:35 (twenty-three years ago)
― chris j (chris j), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 21:39 (twenty-three years ago)
it should just be standard r&b boy band stuff, luvvaman Blackstreetish semi-rap, soaring doo-wop harmonies, drum'n'bass rhythms, etc...but it's done by an LA cumbia band, under the loving care of Selena's brother A.B.
this, and the harp opening, and Kido AKA Gemini's rap, and the super-cheesy but incredibly on-point vocal backing, automatically makes it the coolest cross-cultural song ever. this would totally get anyone laid immediately
― Neudonym, Tuesday, 18 March 2003 21:50 (twenty-three years ago)
very smokey, slow burning lates 60s psychedelia in sonics, but motorik also. reminds me of "revolver" and john squire both of which i was listening to earlier...
haven't deciphered the lyrics yet.
― Nik (Nik), Tuesday, 18 March 2003 22:28 (twenty-three years ago)