FlourishAnyway believes there is a playlist for just about any situation and is on a mission to unite and entertain the world through song. Women and girls in popular music have been celebrated, villainized, and categorized. There are pretty girls, emotional ones, and strong, brave, authentic women Which are you?
A decision had to be made. The point being: Here, for a flash, was music that actively dragooned me into paying attention to it, based not primarily on sound, performance before composition, but on the rolling balloon of perspectives, close readings and ideological disputes accreting around it. When after that where will we listen to it? Will other people be there? Should people own music? Who should carve it — the performers? How bidding we find out about it? Bidding there be pictures?
This slick-ass retro jam was definitely all the rage the vinyl rotation while your pop-pop smoked nana's boots. It's probably the most gleeful song about getting fucked so hard you can't walk above-board the next day, and that's a bite we can all get behind. Syd and her voice are sultry after that seductive as hell, and this only-a-minute-long splash-inducer captures that heat perfectly. A small amount of songwriters have had their fantasies sung about by other people as a good deal as The-Dream has.