M83 – Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming! - Album Review

Album Rating:

10

Why has it taken me to 2 months to review M83's Hurry Up, We're Dreaming!?

Because the album is so fucking long. I could drive to California, back to Chicago, and only be 2/3 of the way through. I want to be annoyed at the quantity, but can't because the quality measures up ten folds. This album is perfect.

The only one more gay for M83 right now is Del. He told me that he wants to tongue punch song writer Anthony Gonzalez in the fart box. I won't go that far because I hear Anthony doesn't bleach and I reserve that behavior for the members of My Morning Jacket ONLY. (Call me Yim! I've left like 100 messages.)

Although I refrain from partaking in lude acts with Gonzalez, he is my new hero. Hurry Up, We're Dreaming! is a masterpiece of uber epicness. When I was finally able to block 10 hours from my schedule and listen to this album in it's entirety I laughed, I cried, I wet myself, and then I cried some more.

From the very first track, conveniently named Intro, I knew that this album was going to be shepcial. The dark synth and dramatic howling choir set the mood; it proceeded to possess my soul for the next 5 hours by putting me in a euphoric and dreamlike state.

Some tracks stand out more than others, but this album is not meant to be listened to on a song by song basis. Anthony Gonzalez makes the listener feel as if they are in the middle of some kind of strange and intensely dramatic synth opera. The beautiful sounds are warm and uplifting. The low moments are empty and sad. The falsetto singing is distant, yet piercing.

Bon Iver's For Emma, Forever Ago is the only album I can think of that was released in the last ten years and has this much control over my emotions. I feel like a puppet and Anthony Gonzalez is the marionette. I wish I had the 1% of the artistic talent he contains in his left pinky. Maybe Del is right, Gonzalez does deserve a tongue punching.