I want to qualify this by saying; I love Del and Tom, but Fuck those fuckers like some wack shit. So most times when they recommend something I outright mock it without even hearing it. 8 out of 10 times I am right in doing so, but then every now and again those fucking assholes slip something through the fail safe that makes it move. Whether it is Tom with Father John Misty, or Del with Miike Snow, these two fuckers get it right from time to time. That said it is still fun to mock their taste because they are sensitive types.
I think we all have that type of reactionary gag reflex, when we see certain people championing something or singing the praises of x, y or z artist, we immediately write said artist off. Then we have all sorts of egg on our face when we end up liking the song a year after everyone else has buried it. This week we explore the songs we This week we explore the songs we once wrote off (or even hated without ever hearing) but now love.
We hope you enjoy these songs as much as we do, you ungrateful pricks.
I didn't give this song a chance last summer because Del loved it. Hell, I don't give most things a chance if Del gives it to me out of spite, and because Del and I are catty bitches. But I found myself listening to the Gotye album a few months later and while 75% of the album fucking suuuuuucks, I'll be Employee's left hand if this song ain't the fucking truth bro bros. And the nice thing now is that it's being played everywhere so while I'm stuck listening to the radio at certain points, at least I can YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CUUUUT ME OOOOFFFFFF in publics bro bro.
When this song first started in rotation on KROQ, I felt like it was nasally, and whiny. I cursed Kat Corbet or Jed the Fish or Stryker or Sluggo or whoever for playing another annoying song to death (i.e. Foster the People's "Pumped Up Kicks"). But somewhere along the line it started to stick. I stopped changing the channel. I started humming the hook. It grew on me like a cyst. I caught myself just a week or so ago in a full on, "Eeeeven on a cloudy day!" And it is with that I must admit defeat. I like your stupid song Cage the Elephant, or Cage, the Elephant. Is it an elephant named Cage, or are we demonstratively commanded to cage some poor elephant? Fuckifahknow! Now that "Shake Me Down" is on the way out, I'm just started to come to terms with the fact that I like it, probably just in time for the next great song the radio will flog to death in the village square... just as they should.
It's rare that something in my girlfriends realm of good music is something that I say "ooo I like this song" but Calvin Harris' "Feel So Good" is the exception to the rule. Yes I heard it a while back and just thought "meh." And now that I'm back into my running mode and have seen that Android commercial with the guy running through SF, it's one of those songs that just gets me motivated to go running. Perhaps it's a combination of the advertisement and the song, but either way this is a song people loved that I never hopped on board with, until recently that is.
I dismissed Rack City and left it for dead long ago and then The Hood Internet mixed it with Neon Indian and just like that it turned into a zombie earworm back from the dead. This might be the dumbest most repetitive song I've ever heard in my life...and I can't stop myself from liking it. When intoxicated I find myself yelling out "Rack City, Bitch" to any trick walking in my general direction whether she be flat chested or if she has stacks on stacks on stacks 'cause that's what the song is about right? Vegas and fake tits right? No? TOP 40 Rap is so multi-layered and confusing to me. I'm going back to Swedish electro pop after I listen to this 10 more times...and maybe one or two times for the Meek Mill remix.
Fuck it: I have no control over the radio when a woman is in the whip. Driver's seat or passenger side, I'm at the whim of the fairer sex. Hearing this "CLUB BANGA!" dry hump my conscience everyday for a few weeks did the trick. Admittedly the sex talk is redundant if not annoying. All-night sex? At my age with my love handles? I can't conjure up a more displeasing scenario. Jay brings the clincher, though: "I sell out arenas, I call that getting dome." Whatever. It makes me feel sexy and that's really what matters.
Something about this song left a bad taste in my mouth back in 2001. Maybe it was the residue of shitty Lite Beer and second hand smoke consumed in a bar with an impossibly sticky floor and puke clogged toilets (Kilroy's Bar and Grill). This fucking song was played on fucking repeat all fucking night long. AND to top it off it features Gwen Stefani: the most annoying pop star to come along until Fergie....and then most recently, Ke$ha. Fast forward approximately ten years: As usual, I was simutaneously working and listening to turntable.fm. This song came on and I fought off the urge to hit mute when the impossible happened......I was actually enjoying the song??? That main riff and beat were infectious and I had to stop what I was doing. I guess I never really listened to this song because I was too pre-occupied or intoxicated to do so, but this shit is KILLER. If you think that you hate this song and haven't heard it in at least 8 years I recommend that you click play on that embedded video. Rediscover the greatness of Eve. (I thought I'd NEVER say that)
I hated the shit out of this song. I heard it once and turned it off never to revisit it again. The way Del gushed over it coupled with every picture I ever saw of Flo pissed me off. She was always doing these weird things with her hands that made me think she was an asshole. Then my lady friend got an iPhone, started playing this fucker in the car on long drives and I was converted. This song is the fucking shit. Such a monster of a track. Her voice and the beat just grow and grow to this menace of awesome that makes my nips hard and my boys dance. Plus that double clap through out the song just makes me want to move to the town from Footloose and DANCE!