Sak Noel – Loca People (What The Fuck)
Rocking clubs all over the European continent…
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Iain Mew: I first heard of this many months ago from a (British) colleague who listens to Swedish radio online. He also explained that the radio station has a whole ad campaign based around the fact that they have to bleep out Swedish swear words but are free to swear in English as much as they like, and have a station ident which gleefully revels in the phrase “it’s the dog’s bollocks!” In that context it’s easy to see what the appeal of this song was in the rest of Europe, but what the programmers of radio stations in the English-speaking world are seeing in it now I have no idea.
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Jonathan Bogart: A celebration of universal delights, from drinking and dancing to gleefully swearing in in languages not your own.
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Katherine St Asaph: For everyone who finds Dev too mannered, wispy and American. Fifty YouTube yahoos could produce hundreds of passable copies of this with the right training and eavesdropping.
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Alex Ostroff: Haven’t we done this twice before? After an endless parade of continental European dance music that seems to take its cues from Crazy Frog, I’m no longer confused about what I’m hearing, but I will wholeheartedly agree: La gente esta muy loca. What the fuck?
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Alfred Soto: It means what it says — can Lucinda Williams make this claim? BLAH. BLAH. BLAH.
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Anthony Easton: Sounds like vinyl — obv. the DJ, but also the kind of plastic that cheap toys are made of, squeaks and compounds with a kind of hipster Betty Boop vocals. Especially love the breakdowns, and how it tries to push for some kind of repetition as profoundity, but falls off into something cheap and delightful.
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Brad Shoup: I’m on Majorca, trick!
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Sally O’Rourke: The Let’s Go guidebook Spanish, the endless boshing beat that makes you lose track of time, the WTF disorientation of being packed suffocatingly tight into a strange place with a bunch of crazies — “Loca People” is Ibiza in miniature. Like that island, I can see the appeal for people who are into that sort of thing; personally, I’d rather spend my time elsewhere.
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Jer Fairall: The entitled, disaffected, tweaked-out sound of entitled, disaffected, tweaked-out club kids (one of the assholes in the video even wears a Peter Griffin shirt. In 2011. Ugh.), and thus something I should rightfully recoil from in horror. But such hedonism can as seductive as it is repellant, and even though this “fuck” is a “fuck” of blasé derision, these mechanical throbs and mantra-like repetitions feel like a simulacrum of the rhythms of actual fucking, in this case anonymous, slightly exotic and possibly bad for you, but still ending less in a walk of shame than a happy, exhausted haze.
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