kass:
This song. Will not. Get out. Of my head.
Owl City is what I imagine music would sound like if reconstructed by robots from a post-apocalyptic future, based on nothing but salvaged recordings of human music from the early twenty-first century: a perfectly programmed imitation completely devoid of soul. The Matrix of music, if you will, in its first, “rejected” iterations. Superficially familiar, even charming, yet vaguely, unshakably disturbing.
Weirds me out, is what I’m saying.
