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M83 - Graveyard Girl
Saturdays=Youth
2008
French 80's revivalists make a darkly blissed out gem. The gorgeous church synths that are covered in echo are perfect and are the reason this track is hear in the first place. That's not to undermine writer Anthony Gonzalez's though. This song is the tale of a goth girl with a heart “made of bubblegum” on the run, and in search for something (love. Duhh).
The Moment in this song, for me, is when we hear from the perspective of the female protagonist; the beat stops and she whispers, “I’m gonna jump the walls and run, I wonder if they’ll miss me? I wont miss them. The cemetery is my home. I want to be part of it, invisible even to the night”. Her words freeze in time, she wants to disappear completely, but those beautiful synths refill the night time air, and a distant cry of “yeah yeah yeah!” pulls hope from the shadows as the beat comes back in for the fade. The atmosphere is so evocative that it makes me want to run to the local cemetery at an ungodly hour, with earphones and a few cans for company, and lay back gazing at stars “wise and silent”, waiting for my graveyard girl to come. She's probably the lovely red head in the video. I'm quite a nostalgic kind of fella, so the Molly Ringwald reference and the whimsical John Hughes style teenage melodrama of the track gets me all moist and unnecessary.
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The View – Wasted Little DJ’s
Hats Off To Buskers
2006
If you’ve heard anything by the View you probably think their the worst kind of retro retard fookwits, incapable of an original thought between them, sucking up scum from the darkest pits of indie’s bowls. I agree. Horrible band. But, with one moment of dumb luck they made a glorious racket. This, their first single, perfectly captures the night club (E) thrill. The chorus is one of those anthemic things that make you want to hug your best mate and finally get round to dancing with that girl you’ve been making eyes at all night.
The Moment is after the bridge, were there’s been some debauchery - “You see we're all out of our little ****ing heads!” - the beat drops dead and the Scottish bloke that sings it goes “doo doo doo doo”. It’s a wonderful little moment as it gives us a breather and a chance to survey the beer stained dance floors and get a sense of what’s so good about being young, intoxicated and full of sex juice. Sure, it’s a complete rip off of The Libertines’s ‘Don’t Look Back Into The Sun’. But that was great too, and it rips it off well.