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Of course, foreign instrumentation and dense songwriting might alienate some listeners, but this is an album that was made to be torn apart, put back together, and tinkered with. And this is just within the first track of the album. Buke and Gase decided that wasn’t enough, and embedded another song within the middle structure, creating the equivalent of Russian nesting dolls. The song is a framed song, with one song structure inside of another. Take the first song for example: “Houdini Crush”. Their third album, General Dome, is easily the band’s finest, and it showcases the band drifting in and out of several melodies within each song. In today’s musical landscape, the word “unique” is often used as a hyperbole - describing Buke and Gase’s music, it’s a necessity. If it weren’t enough that these instruments are unsual, Arone Dyer and Aron Sanchez create music that is bizarre, mechanical, and ultimately, damn good. It would be easy to write the band off as a gimmick if the duo’s songwriting chops weren’t so superb. The gase (guitar/bass hybrid) delivers a low-end, distorted crunch, and the buke (baritone ukulele) packs a tiny, tinny punch. It would be easy to dismiss Buke and Gase as a novelty act the band created their own instruments after all. It is sexual desire put to song: rhythmic, playful, occasionally awkward (you’re telling me you haven’t bumped heads “doing what grown ups do?”) but overall - pleasurable and wonderful. Ahem, THIS is sultry, poetic, seductive rock music. There is no one else being objectified here, no “hoes” being sung about here…*takes a step back from re-ranting*. It has beats that move your hips, but lyrics that do not degrade anyone other than the narrator - if you even so choose to feel it does so, you shouldn’t. John Cooper Clark’s poem “I Wanna Be Yours”, but in a way that is almost classically romantic. Turner offers himself as a “coffee pot,” or “vacuum cleaner” with Dr.
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Yeah, sure, it objectifies the singer (Alex Turner, in his most successful efforts yet) or even you (if you listen empathetically) as someone who is desperately in need, someone willing to do, be, anything in exchange for whatever it is that they yearn for - seeking, frantically, selfishly: yes, it objectifies. I don’t care how many perfectly round tits and asses you have bouncing in your videos, how your Hobbit grinds with air reversed hair on your stationary bike, Yeezy, how many derogatory lyrics or catchy beats are in your booty shaking “Blurred Lines” that’s all fine and good for some, but what this album has is a lustful grind that does not disrespect. This album is the sexiest thing released this year. Their career just started its upswing, who knows what they will accomplish a few records down the line. This year, Disclosure are truly dance music’s “Rudy”, sidestepping music school and more established producers in a genre that was popular before they were born. Settle covers all the bases of dance music: high energy bangers such as “Latch” and “When A Fire Starts To Burn”, straightforward and punchy cuts with “Grab Her!” and “Stimulation” and heart-melting slower paced jams with “Help Me Lose My Mind” and “January”. Although Disclosure are too young for some of the clubs they want to play, they sure can interpret the history of deep house with a veteran’s set of ears. contemporaries such as AlunaGeorge, Sam Smith, London Grammar and Jessie Ware. Of course, the Lawrence twins didn’t get to where they are without the help of U.K. Settle destroyed these preconceived notions as soon as NFL motivational speaker Eric Thomas uttered (“ when a fire starts to burn”). After listening to their The Face EP last year, I thought Disclosure were going to fizzle out when the hype died down and maybe produce a few more ‘90s-inspired house numbers. Going into to 2013, the last thing I expected was teenaged twins Guy and Howard Lawrence to release the classiest and most danceable house album of the year (honestly my bet was on Daft Punk). Now let’s finish the year by naming our favorite 25 albums of 2013! Wake up feeling blessed up, pistol on that dresser Ain't afraid to show it, I'll expose it if I dress up Riding in that Testa.We’ve reached the end! Earbuddy names its final 25 Best Albums of 2013.