I listened to Calvin Harris’ new song today, “Blame” featuring John Newman. It went a little something like this.
So, we all know Calvin Harris as that guy who produces songs that all sound the same. Or is that Avicii? Or is that Tiesto? Trick question! It’s all three.
We can hate all we want, though. Sooner than later, we end up caving and jamming out to them in our cars or even at work at least four times a day. (Spotify, please stop adding “Summer” to your playlists. Kthxbye.)
The worst (or best) part? We still love it. We love every single Calvin Harris song.
Ready, set, press play. And who knows, maybe you’ll have the same experience I did.
This sounds fun. All right, I think I can get into this.
(0:23 seconds in)
Words! Words I can memorize! “Niii-ii-i-i-ighhhhtt… don’t blame it on me!”
Oh, snap. Higher octave. And hand claps!
And so it begins. Raging so hard.
Oh, we’re slowing down… but at least we still have hand claps.
I hope no one notices I’m mumbling through this…
More intense hand claps, yes! But when is it going to kick in?
We’re here! Dancing, dancing hard.
We’re slowing down again?! What is he saying?
Echoing. I hear echoing. Wait, is that chanting?
Here we go again, it’s rising…
Aw, yeah! Same thing from 20 seconds ago! I haven’t heard this before at all.
Is anything different going to happen? Oh, the song ended.