An addendum to this week's Fucking in the Streets, in which I gush hard about Grizzly Bear's single "Two Weeks," from their new album Veckatimest (The rest of the album is excellent as well, but it hasn't all hit me yet the way this song has).
What has hit me almost as hard, though, is the awesome Fred Falke remix:
Pretty much everything Fred Falke (French-)touches turns into glossy, last-song-of-the-night dance-floor gold, and this track is no exception. I love how slow and stretched-out the vocals sound over Falke's metronomic beat and ridiculously lush synth washes, how, without the original song's tense rhythmic counterpoint, there's this sense of detachment from the music in the verses which for some reason kind of reminds me of Interpol (but not in a bad way! and with lyrics that don't make you want to claw your eyes out!) and their kind of genteel East Coast, Great Gatsby-esque malaise*.
(Oh, also, the
Art Brut song I quote from in the column is
this one, which has nothing to do with Grizzly Bear or Fred Falke or anything else except for the power of pop music to overwhelm even the most engrossing of situations; make of that what you will.)
*
Oh, duh—cuz "malaise" is right there in the lyrics, genius.
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