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134. Fischerspooner – Emerge

I hate when people coin random genre names.  They describe nothing.  They’re two nonsense words welded together because you can’t think of a more descriptive phrase than Tweecore.  It’s just unimaginative.  The only time, the ONLY time I find it acceptable, is when there are no other legitimate terms to describe something, and the combination of words that get used actually sounds like the music.  And thus, Electroclash.

What exactly is electroclash?  

Uh, who knows.  Go read about it on wikipedia.  That’s just as reliable as I would be on the subject.  Here’s what I know: there was a festival named after it a while ago, it’s only been around during this decade, and it sounds EXACTLY like you would think it would – grubby, crunchy, dirty, sweaty.  The xhardxcorex of dance music.  What the “Dirrty” video would look like if Aguilera was even more of a tranny and everyone in the boxing ring was rolling (drugs, not fire prevention).  And with more glitter, way more glitter.

So what’s special about this song specifically, the centerpiece of Fischerspooner’s first album, #1?  Although all the pieces are familiar, the puzzle sounds unlike anything I’ve ever really heard before.  Like The Soft Bulletin did to rock music for me, “Emerge” synthesizes a bunch of random elements into one song to create the perfect electronic Frankenstein.  Deep, deep buzzy bass, the bombast of any recent rock song, a dominant echoing chord, perfectly placed breaks and pops, and a crazy woman singing over Casey Spooner’s manic, weird, auto-tune on steroids warble.  There’s your clash.