Word: songs
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...example, “The Ghost Inside” is arguably the most beguiling track on the album, yet it never transcends what the two individuals have previously created on their own. The song starts with a strong hip-hop beat and finds Mercer singing in a reverb-rich falsetto. Two-thirds in, it takes a turn and Mercer drops his voice down to his normal range where he is accompanied by the somewhat hackneyed vacillation of strings and heavy bass. The yearning and nomadic nature of Mercer’s voice traveling through Burton’s trip...
...demonstrates how Mercer’s voice merges with Burton’s aesthetic, opener “The High Road” slips back and forth between two respective worlds, sounding more like The Shins as imagined by Danger Mouse then a project of its own. The song finds Mercer’s piercing voice singing a refrain with just the right amount of poeticism—“Cause they know and so do I / The high road is hard to find”—over an adroitly robotic synth melody. A poignant piano...
...Plastic Beach” shines brightest when its themes are more carefully unpacked. The most telling evocation of the theme of plasticity comes in “Some Kind of Nature.” Lou Reed is just the right man to feature in the song, his aloof monotone casually capturing the essence of the repetitive and opaque lyrics—“Some kind of mixture / Some kind of gold / Some kind of majesty / Some chemical load / Some kind of metal made up from glue / Some kind of plastic I could wrap around you.” While...
...following track, and arguably the album’s best song, “On Melancholy Hill,” provides a rare moment where a developed storyline expands on the album’s themes. Albarn is pitch-perfect in his contribution to a gentle, wistful synth line and light drumming, singing, “Up on melancholy hill / There’s a plastic tree / Are you here with me? / Just looking out on the day / Of another dream.” Reality does not exist in this world where nature is “plastic?...
...example of our great House spirit is Blastfest, which was just instituted during the fall semester. Once a week, everyone plays the same song at the same time at max volume, flooding the courtyard with sonic enjoyment and drawing some Dunsterites into a cathartic dance-fest. Though the tradition has been temporarily put on hold, it is sure to return in the fall...