Tag: egyptian lover

  • Dystopian New Year’s Party Podcast: Our Favorite Songs of 2015

    Well, here we are, at the cusp of the New Year: that sacred time when bloggers from all over congregate for one last chance to opine about the pop culture year that was. And we’re no exception–even though, as we note in the introduction, we’re barely up for the task, having spent most of 2015 listening to the same Ying Yang Twins records we’d been listening to since 2005. But what is pop-culture blogging, anyway, if not the chance to exercise one’s self-appointed, mostly illusory authority on an unwilling and mostly uncaring audience?

    I originally wanted this inaugural year-in-review podcast to include multiple forms of media, but quite frankly we’re even worse at keeping up with film, television, et. al. than we are at keeping up with music; and besides, seeing as music is 90% of what we write about on Dystopian Dance Party, it kind of makes more sense this way. So here, without further ado, are our favorite songs of 2015. Settle in, because this one’s gonna be even longer and more self-indulgent than usual!

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  • Jheri Curl June: The Egyptian Lover’s “Freak-a-Holic”

    I’m going on record now to say that the Egyptian Lover‘s “Freak-a-holic” is the ultimate jheri curl track. It has everything you could possibly ask for: a thumping artificial drumbeat, whining bass line, one of the  most unconvincing synthesized horn riffs EVER, and of course a sleazy obsession with sex. In fact, the song is basically a confession from the perspective of someone suffering from sex addiction. Yet the video, in which the Egyptian Lover keeps having hallucinations of lingerie-clad women, makes it seem like he’s just really deprived. Or maybe he just has sex with a lot of imaginary women. Either way, admitting that you have a problem is always the first step, and he seeks help from a Freak-a-Holics Anonymous ad in the Yellow Pages.

    Far from being helpful, however, the Freak-a-Holics Anonymous meeting seems to be a room full of triggers. Behind the cloud of smoke that greets him at the door are all the makings of a wild, freaky party: the same women from his imagination, two keyboardists and a keytar player, choreographed dancers in matching outfits… BALLOONS. I guess the old adage is correct: “Once a freak-a-holic, always a freak-a-holic.”

    See the playlist after the jump…we’ll be back Monday!

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