THIS SONG JUST MAKES ME FEEL GOOD. IT IS SUNNY AND UPBEAT AND ITS CONSTRUCTION IS IMMACULATE. THE UPWARDLY-CASCADING CURTAINS OF VOICES IN THE BRIDGE NOD AT THE SPIRIT OF ROD TEMPERTON. THE BASS - JAMES JAMERSON'S LEGACY FILTERED THROUGH DAFT PUNK'S ARTFUL MACHINERY - ROOTS THE LISTENER TO THE AXIS OF PARTICIPATION. ALL THE SONG CAN REALLY BE SAID TO BE ABOUT IS FEELING GOOD AND IN LOVE WITH THE NOTION OF LIVING. THAT IS ALL NEEDING TO BE SAID ABOUT THE SONG. IT MAKES WALKING THROUGH MY WORLD BRIGHTER, NICER AND EASIER. WHY RUIN IT BY OVER-ANALYSING OR MIS-ANALSYING IT? WHY APPLY THIS CRAVING FOR PRECIPITATORY FAILURE IN DISCORDANT CONCORDANCE UTILISING THE DEADLY FORMAL LEAVISITE STEAMROLLER STANDARDS OF CRITICAL EVALUATION WHICH RECENT HISTORY AND RE-READING OF LESS RECENT HISTORY HAVE LONG SINCE BEEN EXPOSED AS TIRED AND ROTTEN? WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THE MUSIC CRITIC IN THIS MILLENNIUM'S SOCIETY? WHEN EVERYTHING IS AVAILABLE TO BE LISTENED TO AND HEARD - THE TWO ACTIONS ARE NOT INTERCHANGEABLE - THERE IS NO NEED FOR A GATEKEEPER SINCE THE GATE HAS LONG SINCE RUSTED INTO AGREEABLE DISUSE. IN TODAY'S STREAM OF A WORLD THE CYNICAL DENIER STANDS AS NAKED, SOAKED AAND DESPAIRING AS BURT LANCASTER HAMMERING AT THE FRONT DOOR AT THE END OF THE SWIMMER. ALL THAT IS LEFT IS TO RECLAIM THAT PRE-1967 SPIRIT OF OPENNESS, YOUR ABSOLUTE AND INALIENABLE RIGHT AS A SENTIENT HUMAN BEING TO LOVE WHAT ART YOU LOVE AND RIDE FREE OF ALL CONVENIENT AND ULTIMATELY CLASSBOUND BOUNDARIES OF MARKETABLE DIFFERENTIATION. ALL THAT REMAINS FOR THE CRITIC IS TO TELL THEIR OWN STORY. WE HAVE TO TELL EACH OTHER WHO WE ARE. IT MAY BE ALL THAT WE HAVE LEFT, OUR STORIES. JUSTIN'S "OO-OOH!" HOISTS YOU TOWARDS HEAVEN AND REMINDS YOU THAT YOU CAN NOW WALK AGAIN.
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