Yelle has a knack for making songs with banger beats with lyrics that can lean toward something more silly, including their biggest hit, 2008's "Je Veux Te Voir". #4 in their native France and an indie hit stateside, the track is racked in subtle feminist taunting, calling out French rap group TTC on their proclivities. If you aren't a speaker of the language, the electro pop sounds too fun to be comparing, ahem, men parts to potatoes, but that's what makes Yelle so great—ability to draw the uncanny in their lyrics without detracting from danceability. "Safari Disco Club" is about just that—a place for the the giraffes and elephants to get their groove on. It's just as playful as "Je Veux Te Voir", but a lot more whimsy and even tinged with a little bit of melancholia, yet still a heavy feet-mover. That's the theme for their second album, Safari Disco Club—knowing that sometimes the dancefloor might also be a place to cry. Find it March 21 on V2.
Provocative, irreverent, controversial, entertaining and artistic. Amanda Palmer continues to push the boundaries as the Queen of Punk Cabaret. She is a fearless singer, songwriter and an audaciously expressive pianist who simultaneously embraces – and explodes – traditional frameworks of composition. Produced and directed by Michael Pope, the outrageously clever euphemistic “Map Of Tasmania” video will be sure to get your pulse thumping and bring you to your feet!
Bragging rights to the first listener who can name all the samples in “Triple Double”—the latest earbleed by love-him-or-hate-him-he’s-still-dancing-on-your-grave poster boy Gregg Gillis bka Girl Talk. There’s “How Low,” “Black And Yellow,” “A Milli,” “Whip My Hair,” and “It Was A Good Day.” There’s “1901,” that jazzy song your mom plays whenever it’s her time to drive, and that Diamond song your dad has on his iPod, and God knows what other multi-colored patches in this mashup panoply. Is it danceable? Not exactly. But this is Girl Talk. It’s not about being danceable, or musical, or even pleasing. It’s not even about being a love letter to the radio. It’s about getting asses in the bleachers and hands in the air. And this, and the rest of All Day, does just that.