If you’ve talked to me over the past few months, you know that I’ve become an absolute sucker for ’80s nostalgia through a variety of artistic avenues. Visually, I’m smitten with the purple and pink neon aesthetic; it provides a comforting glow that simultaneously sparks my imagination and sets me at ease. In terms of film, the timeless innocence of releases like Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and Dirty Dancing resonates with me on a spiritual level as I’ve learned to embrace emotions over incessant intellectualization. And as for music, it’s predictably the core of my late 20th-century obsession.
It started off with the radio genius of Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel, and Madonna, but I slowly realized that the decade had so much more to offer. With the help a Duran Duran fangirl better known as my mom, I was exposed to a seemingly endless amount of pop music that just clicks – INXS’ “Don’t Change,” Cutting Crew’s “Died In Your Arms,” Howard Jones’ “What Is Love?”, and of course Duran Duran’s “Union of the Snake” all being recent favorites.
While released in 2017, I get that same feeling from Leon Else’s “The City Don’t Care” as its pink-and-purple artwork is backed by cascading synths and drum machines galore. It’s excess as its finest, excess that I’ll be indulging in repeatedly over the coming weeks and months to further my ’80s fix.