"Digital Love" by Daft Punk
Daft Punk is playing at my music blog, my music blog!
My favorite Daft Punk song to date appears as track three on their wildly inconsistent (and often brilliant) 2001 release, "Discovery". See, it's a crime that people would recognize this French electronic group for schlock as hopelessly unengaging as "Superheroes" or well-worn territory as bland and cliched as "One More Time" when this techno minor masterpiece is right around the corner.
They may very well be robots emulating humans, or humans emulating robots emulating humans; either way, they somehow manage to take a cheesy, 80's production vibe and make it sound downright affecting, yet still something to get yo' booty in a knot. How many singers sound more honest filtered through a freakin` vocoder? Sheeeit, how many artists have even made a vocoder sound tolerable at all? Put your hand down, Cher.
Singer-bot rips it about a dream, pondering the meaning of an imagined romantic encounter. Yet, what I find fascinating is how the whole computerized atmosphere seems to encourage the idea of mechanical, robot love.
For example:
"The time is right to put my arms around you
You're feeling right
You wrap your arms around, too
But suddenly I feel the shining sun..."
I suddenly imagine this robot, struggling to produce the electronic code for sexual intercourse; Naturally, the song title contributes to this theorem of mine. Something about a vocoder just fails to scream, "Passionate sexual human activity!"
Except for that time when I stole Daft Punk's vocoder and ran onto 5th avenue screaming, "Passionate sexual human activity!"
The song twists and turns amid a hazy production backdrop of thin keyboard lines, eventually making room for a delicious horn line. Of course, it's the melody that wins me over, gorgeous and spacious it is. The techno beat finally gives the keys some room to grow and, shortly after the two minute mark, morphs into a certified awesome Daft Punk techno-jam of sorts, for lack of a more scientific term.
"Why don't you play the gaaaa-aaame?"
"Why don't you play the gaaa-aaame???"
The synth solo is devishly retro, painfully irresistable and *whisper* deeply soulful. So, put down your Amy Winecellar, little boy, and let Daft Punk get you a'bleepin` and a'bloopin` before you know it!
Here it is:
My favorite Daft Punk song to date appears as track three on their wildly inconsistent (and often brilliant) 2001 release, "Discovery". See, it's a crime that people would recognize this French electronic group for schlock as hopelessly unengaging as "Superheroes" or well-worn territory as bland and cliched as "One More Time" when this techno minor masterpiece is right around the corner.
They may very well be robots emulating humans, or humans emulating robots emulating humans; either way, they somehow manage to take a cheesy, 80's production vibe and make it sound downright affecting, yet still something to get yo' booty in a knot. How many singers sound more honest filtered through a freakin` vocoder? Sheeeit, how many artists have even made a vocoder sound tolerable at all? Put your hand down, Cher.
Singer-bot rips it about a dream, pondering the meaning of an imagined romantic encounter. Yet, what I find fascinating is how the whole computerized atmosphere seems to encourage the idea of mechanical, robot love.
For example:
"The time is right to put my arms around you
You're feeling right
You wrap your arms around, too
But suddenly I feel the shining sun..."
I suddenly imagine this robot, struggling to produce the electronic code for sexual intercourse; Naturally, the song title contributes to this theorem of mine. Something about a vocoder just fails to scream, "Passionate sexual human activity!"
Except for that time when I stole Daft Punk's vocoder and ran onto 5th avenue screaming, "Passionate sexual human activity!"
The song twists and turns amid a hazy production backdrop of thin keyboard lines, eventually making room for a delicious horn line. Of course, it's the melody that wins me over, gorgeous and spacious it is. The techno beat finally gives the keys some room to grow and, shortly after the two minute mark, morphs into a certified awesome Daft Punk techno-jam of sorts, for lack of a more scientific term.
"Why don't you play the gaaaa-aaame?"
"Why don't you play the gaaa-aaame???"
The synth solo is devishly retro, painfully irresistable and *whisper* deeply soulful. So, put down your Amy Winecellar, little boy, and let Daft Punk get you a'bleepin` and a'bloopin` before you know it!
Here it is:
Labels: Daft Punk
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if I had any idea where to get good Ecstasy these days I'd love to go see them at Key Span park... it would be fuuuun - Los Scumbono
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