It’s interesting to me that this last round of songs has been highly random—we’re purposefully leaving very few breadcrumbs for the next person to follow our trail through the mix. This is the first time we’ve had a sustained length of songs where we seem to be following our edict (this song is a reaction to the previous one) from our guts instead of our ears. Which means we’re going a lot of weird places.
So the one breadcrumb that leads from the utterly baffling Consor to this rave-up from Stereolab is the way the electronic buzz overpowers everything else, toeing the line between earworm and earache. This song is as much a reflection of how badly I want us to return to warm pop territory as it is a representation of the cicadas that have lately been humming incessantly outside my window at night.
m. joosse