Perfect slices of pop

There seems to be something magically electric and exuberant about 80s pop. Something that, for some strange reason, humanity has not seen fit to resurrect.

Pop has always been somewhat like that kid in the family whom everyone says "will never amount to much." Its company is enjoyed, it has a wide circle of friends, yet it is generally misunderstood. And seldom ever taken 'seriously', or as far as you care to take music seriously. (I've personally given that up a long time ago. If you love a song, you love it; if you don't, no amount of sledgehammering -- or being overanalytical and judgmental -- will change your mind.)

But there are some genuinely lush, flawlessly composed slices of power-pop that flourished in a decade many (funless and tightarsed) people consider to be laughably tacky. This here is one. Enjoy.




Not iconic enough for you? Try this




And finally:




After hearing that, surely the most logical question on your mind must be:

Why don't they make pop like this anymore?


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"Fame is our felony"

Really. Who is this girl?


She sang two self-composed songs about love and rebellion in a talent show under the name Stefani Germanotta. One of the songs feature these awesome lyrics:

We are a generation twisted by a myth
Confused and ludicrous,
Holding onto love.

Consumed by all the pleasures in out midst.
A life with all the lips we've kissed
And losing all control.

We're gonna start a resistance
We want independence
We're gonna give the world some of this:

Electric Kiss
I'm gonna change the world with my lips.
One voice forever, well live together in
Peace, love, solitude and happiness
Electric Kiss.

Fame is our felony; we're so in love with it
Some superstars and masochists who don't know
Where to go.

But the poets and the fighters of our time
Put down their weapons and their rounds
And know what they must do.

They're gonna start a resistance
They want independence
They're gonna give the world some of this.


This is her.



The girl can sing. Let's not forget that. She has talent, brains, vision, and she can wear whatever the hell she wants. To all the assorted humourless pricks who violently disagree:

You're just jealous.