With the undeniable core of a disco groove, Tim Atlas extends this pop musing into a full-on dance party. The vocal is all dance-floor and big moves, the break is suitably whammy-bar-influenced, and the interlude feels like the ladies’ song at prom: slow, anticipatory, and beautifully awkward. Plus funk guitar.
And that is the directly awkward-as-lovable conceit: in the process of saying that these words are ethereal, it touches that generation-current reality. Everything is show. Show on, we will. The irony is that in the depth of throwaway culture, we still find things to keep.
This song is featured on our CHILL Angeles playlist.