Is it me, or is there a hidden undertone of sadness in a lot of dance music? The music designed to get people to move their bodies can’t quite tear them away from the pain that plagues their very souls or end the turmoil in which they live their lives, numbing themselves to the burdens of life and trying to forget for a stolen instant on a dark, crowded dancefloor, to escape and pretend they are just a glorious carefree being among many submitting to the groove before finally crashing back down to reality at the end of the night? It’s not just me, is it?
I was listening to this album during the extremely rainy May of 2011. The damp, grey environment may have informed my opinion of it, but I do always think those things about dance music, especially this album, how there’s a bittersweetness bordering on outright sorrow. I remember listening to it on the subway and on long, chilly walks for coffee (where a lot of my music listening is done.)
Incidentally, iTunes indicates I only listened to it the whole way through 3 times, which is shocking. These days I never feel like I can formulate a complete opinion on an album on less than 10 complete listens. It’s a lot of music, and dance isn’t my favourite genre, but this is a really solid set. I picked it up in a deliberate effort to find more female artists for my blog, which also netted Lissie’s excellent Catching a Tiger album, Lykke Li’s powerful Wounded Rhymes, and Adele’s 19, which I prefer to 21 for its less-produced, less-hit-ready feel.
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