He assesses, gimlet-eyed, the sharp-suited, Brylcreemed situation, as if these gangsters were some latter day Robin Hoods. PE My Manic And I A stately waltz that belies the dark shade of the lyrics; a troubled dalliance with a self-obsessed nihilist.
There are allusions to mental illness and the breakdown of religious faith, as well as drug addiction, but things are left deliciously open ended.
There are subtle sonic touches, with the sparse piano chords, the brush of drums and the sole cello that add to the sense of unease. She crafts the musical equivalent of seeing the horror behind the white-picket fence and walking on.
At the time, the lyrics confused all of us, yet we still sang along as if we knew what the devil he was on about. In fact, we loved it so much that Mr. Flowers earned a spot in the Top Ten of our annual Cool List that year. At the time, it seemed foolish. In hindsight, it was shrewd.
It was with this that Khan proved she wanted to be more than just a blogosphere favourite and a name in her own right. It was more of a journey than a song — a dance music-inspired canter with that twinkling intro riff, as Jimi Goodwyn relayed the emotions of a man coming to terms with life passing him by and the feeling of melancholic undertow that accompanied it. Brag all you like, Kelis.
Luke and Max Martin started the process of writing this song by studying and then ripping off the low-ended, bass heavy guitar sound of The Strokes and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
Part Nina Simone, part Boy George with a splash of Robert Smith and Alison Moyet lobbed in for a laugh , he was a jazz diva on one hand an a 6ft 4in transgendered lost child on the other. No wonder we were confused. What was obvious to everyone was that Antony was a unique talent and a master of refined melancholy.
Their robo-personas were put into full effect as they intoned the Presbyterian work ethic of the lyrics, slowly going out of their tiny, worker ant minds as the words became disjointed and rotten by the climax of the track.
The music shuffled along with a snappy groove, echoing the non-stop nature of the lyrics. Oh, for a few more like them now… JF http: Dig deeper, though, and the lyrics reveal a divided state of affairs. PE Blind A disco song which called to mind the gaudy gold furnishing of Studio 54, the hedonism of the late 70s gay scene and a glitter ball spinning endlessly into musical infinity.
Hercules front man Andy Butler managed a rare feat: But his genius moment was recruiting Antony Hegarty as its vocalist. In Hegarty, Butler found a vocalist whose every syllable shook with deeply felt sadness, but in this context sounded like the wonderful bastard child of Edith Piaf and Sylvester.
The lyrics may have been desperate and unresolved but their performance was gutsy and full of knowing gravitas. It felt like an effortless, on-the-money evocation of genre barriers melting down into one multi-coloured mass of beauty. The thought of someone doing that sort of heavingly romantic Shangri-Las style melodrama girl-group ballad about the sort of small, yet horribly huge dramas, that make up and break up the lives of so many people… before the song even got started, it was genius.
It still sounds awesome. The riff itself is pure NYC: A pure moment captured perfectly on her first and best single. Not because time has aged it badly, more that it had overlooked it entirely.
Thank God for reunion tours then. What exactly did they do for an encore? Timbaland would spend the following decade attempting to re-capture a moment as innovative as this.
Undone by the glare of the spotlight? Or just buckling under the inherent solitude of being James Murphy? In a song where time passed through fingers like grains of sand, the keyboard riff begins nervy and twisted, ending up rolling along like an all nighter. Few songs capture the urge of wanting to act stupid and be immature as well as this single does.
Its guitar riffs seem to have been soaked in Relentless and its chorus makes you want to jump around the room. Why it sees the band transported to 2,, BC to roam with dinosaurs — before a massive samurai fight — of course. TC Charmer Before Pigeongate, before the stage storm-offs, before the snooty, overpriced clothing line, before that rather embarrassing flop of an album, these Southern gents howled their way into our hearts with hits like this one. But after hearing this, all skepticism was chucked out the window.
Add in some searing strings and repeat. That the band have become so huge yet this remains their live trump card tells you everything you need to know about the raw power at the heart of the tune. That they managed to achieve anthem status with not only their first single, but a single without a recognisable chorus, tells you why Kasabian are and always will be the band of the people. Let Down sounds so…simple and unassuming. How many times do you find yourself saying that about Radiohead in ?
The best bit arrives at 3: In those ten-and-a-half words alone an exasperated modern female icon was born, bloomed and was shortly after hounded into an early retirement. So clearly, you all like it. Over the years, Art Brut have carved out a left-of-centre niche, fighting the indie fight, old-school style. But when they play this, it reminds us that back when they had just formed a band, they had a ramshackle fire and a way with an Elastica-raw riff that made them seem if not quite dangerous then, well, pretty thrilling.
After an underwhelming first album, many had written off the five-piece — until they heard this. Catchy as Hell and never taking itself too seriously, Blaine and co. It found Ben Goldwasser and Andrew VanWyngarden in love with the fragmentary innocence of childhood, the lightness of just being. Thankfully, it got jacked up by producer Dave Fridmann for their debut album and built into some sort of symphonic New Order. PE 97 Golden Skans A swell of post-Beach Boys, Animal Collective-like harmonies take off as guitars swoop in, like ribbons wrapping round a birthday present.
They were dipping their toes in melodic musical waters they would, disappointingly, make infrequent visits to. Well, bollocks, frankly, the evidence of their genius was there right from the start, as well as of the omnivorous and exquisite musical taste that would blossom darkly in the years to come.
Deep synth chords ruminate, as processed drums click off whilst someone plays the cowbell as if it were a steel drum. Not that you could ignore the debut single, a demented jaunt into new wave electro that grooved along like classic disco whilst stabbing away like the best European electro-clash.
Listen to most of your old faves from the nu-rave era now and you want to rip your face off to hide your embarrassment. Looped around the kind of melody that demands the nodding of head and swinging of pants, this, of course, will always be remembered for that whistle. MW 91 My Girls Lyrically the message was very simple. It was a song about wanting a place of your own. A beautiful mess, like all our closest relationships are.
Having seemingly learned some sonic tricks from former tour mates MGMT this was buoyant and joyous where previously they had been ponderous and worthy. Innovative in unexpected ways, here was a refreshingly bright slice of experimental pop as Brooklyn seemingly morphed into Sunnyville over the course of a song.
This track puckered up with the late-noughties trend of mixing simple keyboard riffs with punk-funk bass and a sprinkling of energized percussion. But he was more versatile than that, and could turn his hand to anything, including mellifluous Prince-esque soul, as on this extraordinary track, released after his death in JF 86 House Of Jealous Lovers The punk-funk movement of the early noughties might have lasted only a breath longer than electroclash but there was a time when it ruled the world.
And this scuzz bass, shape-shifting disco anthem was the clarion call, seeing The Rapture firing on all cylinders and leading indie kids off into the night like drainpipe jeaned pied pipers.
Noel G regularly pilfers the bassline. Simple, full of white spaces and workman like, wipe clean surfaces, it was an unmistakably European sound. It was vulgar, offensive, and it tore into just about everyone. RS 79 Song 2 OK so it may not have a proper name but who cares when it had that riff? The US military wanted to use the track at the launch of a new stealth bomber but the steadfastedly anti war band said no.
They let Lego Rock Band take it though. Helicopters and grenades in the video! The video, which saw Beck take on a variety of professions from garbage man to pirate, was the first ever clip played on once-essential station MTV2.
It would take most people a decent-sized novel to get close to touching the subtle anger, the apt analysis of post-war social history and the flamboyant defiance that Nicky Wire lays out with classical concision here. And it paid off, charting at Number Four and earning Muse their highest spot to date. Coxon had left and an army of new bands — Strokes, White Stripes, Libs — were finally threatening to make the old Britpop guard look utterly redundant. But then this came along — all sombre and otherworldly and different sounding, and released smack bang in the middle of the Iraq war.
This follow up track was even better, a digital jam about porn, technology and shifting identities backed up with lyrics about tweeting on your iPhone and a video full of MySpace and YouTube imagery.
Dangerously attached to the zeitgeist it may date worse than David Brent but for now, a top track. All tied together with a hook that sounds like it should be a National Anthem. Somewhat more accessible than their previous but by no means conventional , their fifth full-length saw them examine all sides of the sprawling Californian metropolis, and few tracks summed up the dichotomy of existences available there than this. Ian Brown likes to write lyrics about the grander philosophical topics that run through his brain, and the results are often as cringe-inducing as being forced to watch every episode of The Office back to back while strapped in a Clockwork Orange-style seat and eyelid-priser combo.
But when Fagen relented, it came out on its own and promptly became the sweariest UK chart hit ever. But in reality, it was exactly this mix that helped produce their very modern music. And this simple ode to surfing from a New York-based band who have barely hung ten between them and soon grew tired of questions about the sport made itself comfortable in our brains.
The track shakes all over itself with about three different rhythms happening at once while de facto DC leader Beyonce proves her mettle by perfecting an offbeat vocal style that would later become her trademark. A decade on, it still sounds utterly fresh. Written to support 8 Mile, the film that told the story of his life, the track laid bare his early struggles over a brooding guitar sample and built to a huge, swooping chorus line. He might have sold more records since, but this was when no rapper on the planet could touch him.
Boisterous as it was reflective and revealing, this was an anthem for all the outsiders but also all the multi-millionaire rappers and their devil may care attitudes. Everything that made people fall in love with The Prodigy is here: