New Order's "Blue Monday." This tremendous bamboo-on-steel flimsy disco, just the stuff I was scarfing up in Chinatown on three-for-a-dollar pirate cassettes out of Singapore and Hong Kong, this weedy cheesy march-dance. BUT then the singing starts, and energy drains away, joy evaporates, this voice which is THE WORST INDIE THING EVER bemoaning its poor sad predicament in a tone of total nonmusical ordinariness. BUT then I start humming along with that voice, and even do so after the song ends.
So it's not so bad. Except when I listen to it, or read it praised as one of the great, groundbreaking singles of all time, the record that gave "us" access to the dancefloor, finally (at the expense of millions of better dancers and thousands of better freestyle and Europop acts).
Poo Monday, more like
Date: 2007-12-06 05:58 pm (UTC)So it's not so bad. Except when I listen to it, or read it praised as one of the great, groundbreaking singles of all time, the record that gave "us" access to the dancefloor, finally (at the expense of millions of better dancers and thousands of better freestyle and Europop acts).
(I do like "True Faith," however.)