Word: songfulness
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...Boom Boom Boom Boom) Gonna Shoot You Right Down," and Sales would madly cavort along, a dervish of prepubescent ecstasy. (The show gave you a music education too.) In the mid-'60s, he had a hit of his own: a dance record, Soupy Sales Sez Do the Mouse, whose song "The Mouse" ranks in the novelty-song category up or down there with John Zacherle's "Dinner with Drac" and Steve Martin's "King Tut." That got him a contract as a Motown recording artist. Didn't last long. (See TIME's 1965 article "The Simple Simon Pieman...
...Yalira” (“sound” in Chichewa), a warm hymn of welcome and sweeping promise of the sounds to come. “You are all welcome / Let’s all dance because the fire is burning,” the song begins (in English translation) “Hey London!/ Hey New York! / Hey Paris! / Hey Lilongwe!” This song serves as the album’s thesis: the music is not about the past, its influences, or what critics will think; it’s simply about sound and enjoyment...
...other universals. The topics are sweepingly large, but The Very Best has the musical muscle to match. On the track, Mwamwaya spreads his bracing, multi-tracked vocals across the crisp, rollicking synths of Radioclit that would be equally at home in an ’80s pop hit. The song moves between the peaks of Mwamwaya’s choral cries and the hushed intimacy of the calming and repetitive beat, creating moving dynamics that keep it from becoming repetitive...
...these songs, however, pale in comparison to “Mfumu,” or “King,” the best track on the album. The glitchy bells and high-hat dance across the sturdy beat of the kick drum while Mwamwaya performs aural acrobatics high above. Listening to this song is like staring out of the open moon roof in a moving car on a clear night: grand, yet intimate, life-affirming and filled with wonder...
...admit the first time we watched this we thought it was sluggish, sparse, and dead. Turns out the original is, too; FlyBy’s just used to hearing it filled out with the energetic chorus of a thousand drunken fans. We think the song could have been used better in a rowdy, celebratory scene (post-sectionals?), but this is a worthy acoustic cover. Puck completely disregards Will's mash-up assignment, but if it helps a further another love rectangle, then sure, why not. Also, Santana’s look of disgust is pure gold. Quinn?...