The Sound Of Summer.

The song of the summer will be Kanye West and Daft Punk's "Stronger".

In-f***ing-credible.

I've so far only heard it as a minute-long clip on a mixtape and as an mp3 taken from a radio broadcast in the UK (which has the DJ talking over large portions of it). It's not officially released for a little while. And it's already my new favorite thing. It tears Daft Punk's classic "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" apart, and then rebuilds it as an unstoppable juggernaut of synth-fueled hip-hop grandeur. A beat to slay the mightiest dancefloor, and the best lyrics of anything Kanye's done by far.

"Let's get lost tonight. You could be my black Kate Moss tonight. Play secretary on the boss tonight..."

This is the jam. This will be the tune to drop at every party. This will create sex on the dancefloor in a way nothing has in a few years.

That is all. You heard it here first.

-PAR

Comments

Anonymous said…

ruined by poop methinks

you've had a chance to hear the whole thing now i'm sure. would think you might have just quietly deleted that embarrassingly gushy rave up about pure shit.

11:15 PM

Patrick A. Reed said…

Nah. Now that I've heard the entire thing (many times over) I stand by my words even more strongly. Er, stronger.

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