............................BYE.
I Really Like You is one of Carly's best tracks. A contemporary masterpiece that makes you happy after 1 second listening to it. It describes one of the hardest moment in lovers' life and its melody is ANTHEMIC.
I feel extremely sorry for those who do not appreciate it, J-Pop at its finest.
On an album full of massive pop choruses, the biggest and most booming might belong to this cry of comfort for a distraught lover, which stacks a thwacking drum machine, a blast of synths and an urgent refrain into an exhilarating wall of sound. It’s one of two collaborations with Sia on Emotion, which some fans seem to take particular umbrage with.
Best bit: the chorus after the middle eight, which pulls apart its many pieces before throwing them back together
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Originally posted by V3$$3L.
Being a [redacted]ey stan, I operate through the lens of pop’s turn-of-the-century halcyon days. At 27, “when music used to be good” is already my metric of choice, forever at odds with objectivity and the passage of time. Back in my day, my pop used to POP severely. (Yours don’t.)
Carly and Sia get it though. Four and fourteen years my seniors respectively, the oldest new pop girls on the scene remember that era vividly: tunes all befitting their own world premieres, around the time lines like “I’mma hijack you” most certainly wouldn’t fly. “Making the Most of the Night” is ecstasy. It’s a balancing act between chastity and lust. A song length “U OK?!” text to that biffle Carly hung up on with the boy problems a track prior. Hell, it’s probably the preamble to a long-overdue dick appointment a couple of towns over.
Whatever it is, it’s something else. Rarely does the act of being a shoulder to cry on—of lending a helping hand—at all hours of the night sound like such a head rush. Hit Carly with a “WYD?”—she’ll be hopping into both pant legs halfway to the car. “Making” is maximalist pop on all pistons, painting a portrait with broad strokes about many a situation that can happen when ain’t nothin’ open but legs and the urgency—the bravery—needed to come to the rescue. Selflessness never sounded so good.
