daft memories

There's always been a warm sentient presence in all of Daft Punk's music. That is, with the exception of the heavily automated loop-o-rama that was Human After All. The ironically titled album does have it's fairer moments, but they are fleeting when compared against Homework, Discovery and RAM. Time will tell if RAM will stand up against the formers, but the prospects are looking good to this Daft Punk fan. The new album is effortlessly lavish, the product of several years of hard work by the band. It's what you get when you acquire the best hardware and musicians money can buy, and collide them with the most creatively accessable electronic duo that money can't buy. You're more than likely sick of Get Lucky if you've been anywhere near a radio in the last three months. That's not their fault, and at first glance of the album there's no obvious next big hit. That is until you hear Instant Crush for the second time. The appearance of Julian Casablancas on a daft punk record makes so much sense it almost takes away the novelty of it. Up to the eyeballs in vocoders, Instant Crush is an instant ear worm, and a cool-as-fuck guitar solo does me no harm.