Hi, my name is Paco, and this is my tumblr. Unless otherwise noted, the words herein are my own. I like words that reminisce, like a quaint dance with an acquaintance. I like words that linger, like an inhale through a thin veil. I like words that colour, filling mundane glasses with champagne. I like words.
I’m kind of shocked that Philipp Lahm has decided to retire from the German National team, but he goes out on top — he goes out a legend. For those not too familiar with world footy, Lahm is the best fullback in the world, and has been for some time (some have suggested he’s the best fullback of all-time). He’s operated with such poise, grace, positional brilliance, and flawless decision-making for as long as I can remember. What a brilliant leader. I’ll never forget what he’s done for German soccer. Cheers forever to The Captain.
…I felt something different for “Tough Love”. I felt, after only a couple listens, like I was experiencing one of the songs of the year — a new school soul-electro-pop smash supported by shimmering, pristine, jaw-droppingly gorgeous production. I felt like I could see a part of Jessie Ware’s essence floating in, around, below, and above “Tough Love”. I felt like I could hear her spirit — decimated but unfathomably resilient in the hea(r)t of a tumultuous fire — crawling all over this sultry, sizzling, sexy track. Maybe more importantly than that, I think the power of this song tattooed something on me: a reflection, a foil, a consideration, a commiseration.
I’d thought for quite some time that La Roux really dropped the ball by waiting so long to release a follow-up album, after all, 2009 (when they debuted) was eons ago. The duo built up so much momentum, with majestic stompers “Bulletproof”, “In For The Kill”, “Quicksand” (a.k.a. the hits) combining with “As If By Magic”, “I’m Not Your Toy”, “Cover My Eyes” (and more) to form what I felt like (and still feel now) was one of the best pop records of the decade. I thought it was a huge mistake to let that buzz dissipate — music fans can be fickle, and five years between albums is an eternity in this day and age.
Oh ye of little faith.
La Roux (now apparently just singer Elly Jackson) rendered all of that concern a waste. I can’t prove that La Roux travelled via wormhole, but it can’t be dismissed. When your comeback single is as sensational as “Uptight Downtown”, a song so current, yet so of another time, it’s hard to think about why it took so long between efforts.
“Uptight Downtown” sounds like a wave, and the wave is warm and unrelenting. Some may find this track repetitive. Some might not see its utter, complete, eargasmic dominance. Some may be in tune. Some may be before the zoom. Some might be after it. Whatever to some, here’s the sum: this track is one that sounds like it’ll battle the test of time with conviction.
La Roux knows the streets are lined with people, people who want to move, move, move.
The people always want to dance, even if they’ve changed their shoes, shoes, shoes.