Indie dance? Indie/dance?
Labels, man. They only seek to bind and quantify when, most of the time, you should just give into the groove.
I’m guilty of not taking my own advice here. I will occasionally find myself straightjacketed by over-analysis. Reading the room to see what’s going on only to miss out on the action, wrapped up in my own headspace instead of taking in the stimulations around me, you know how it is. It’s the price of having plenty of id but even way more super-ego. It doesn’t help that I’m balancing on that precipitous edge between young adulthood and full-blown adulthood.
I don’t know if Lemâitre suffers from this same cerebral whiplash. I don’t think they do, for a couple of reasons. One: they’re from Norway, and everyone I’ve ever met from Norway has been free-spirited, good-natured, and incredibly good-looking. These are a people that know how to have fun. Two: they put out this song Continuum, a track that has my brain begging for a deeper, forensic investigation while my ears only want more, more, more.
A bubbly melody percolates through the intro and it all seems kind of twee until the drums and the electro vibe bounce their way into the mix. Then it swings its way into the first chorus and I’m how struck by how big and epic it all is.
Maybe that’s why I’m digging this so much. It’s this wedding of elements that don’t necessarily seem like they would work together on paper. The airy and buried vocals, the hard bounce, the use of dynamics over the course of the track, these aren’t all ingredients you use in the same dish. But they’re all united with some really stellar songwriting. (I’m hearing little nods to Justice and Daft Punk in the composition; the tweaks and the cracks in the overdriven synths harken back to the former, the chord progressions in the quieter moments bow to the works of the latter.) Their Facebook page lists their genre as “Electronique” and that’s pretty darn clever. The thinker in me might take it a step further and call this “gestalt pop” – catchy music wherein songs are, compositionally speaking, a whole, organic form composed of distinct features that can’t just be described as a sum of their parts.
But all my intellectualizing is wearing me down. Songs like this, they aren’t meant to be broken into pieces. They’re just meant to be enjoyed on repeat, again and again.