Endless Loop: Phantom Pt. II

justiceHave you ever had one of those songs that gets stuck in your head for days…weeks…years? Sure you have. These are the songs that always make the cut. The songs on repeat. We all have them. I have a ton. Welcome back to Endless Loop.

“Phantom Pt. II” by Justice

Me: I can’t stop listening to this song.

Everybody else: Why?

Me: It’s just so damn cool and fun, like some kind of late-70’s/early-80’s roller-disco revival.

Everybody else: Why is that cool?

Me: It just is! Shut up!

Having had the above conversation on more than one occasion with different people, friends and colleagues alike, I guess I may come off as a little defensive in my absolute adoration of the dance song “Phantom Pt. II” from French electronic duo Justice’s 2007 album , more phonetically known as Cross. Beginning with a warped Goblin sample, the track powers through three minutes of prog and pop indebted, cosmic disco funk. Your toe may tap. Your head may bob. Your ass may shake. There is nothing you can do.

There is certainly a nostalgia-grabbing aesthetic to the song, a neon-lit, cocaine-fueled, Technicolor daydream, discoballs, headbands, and sweat. And it’s probably that very nostalgia and the inner Xanadu fan within me that latched on to this, harkening and recalling a more innocent time when my mixtapes could consist of Olivia Newton John, Weird Al, and “Snoopy Vs. the Red Baron.” It sounds like the dying days of disco, like the very early days of my childhood when those grooves were still creeping through the cultural ether, appearing in unhip TV shows and the stereo systems of small town roller rinks, even though the expiration date had long since passed. Everything old is new again. These are the youthful sonic relics restructured and repurposed for the modern era, calling young and old alike to the dance floor. But more than anything else, “Phantom Pt. II” is just a fun and danceable pop song.

Everybody else: Why is that cool?

Me: It doesn’t matter.

 

Thomas H Williams

Thomas H Williams

From a bunker somewhere in Central Texas, Thomas H. Williams spends most of his time with his wife, his two sons, and his increasingly neurotic dog. He listens to a lot of music, drinks a lot of excellent beers, and gets out from time to time. For even more shenanigans, visit heavenisanincubator.blogspot.com.

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