Dance music was in such a bizarre place during this decade. For the first half, the majority of it was sleek, trance-inspired eurodance. As we neared the end of the decade, it still wasn't quite cool to like '80s music again yet, so disco had a resurgence in kind of a weird way. It sort of blended with the electroclash sound that had risen in the early '00s and became this hybrid of old and new that worked really well when it was done correctly.
Heloise & The Savoir Faire are a great face for this movement. They were all over this -- as I call it -- "trash disco" sound, making songs that aren't exactly fit for club floors but definitely aren't headbanging rock songs either. It's just sort of this super gay, super glittery, kinda synthy, kinda dance-rocky groove that white people in their 30s were just all over at this time.
This track was included on Heloise's debut EP, which a friend brought back to me in 2007 from his SxSW trip. I immediately fell in love and got it into rotation on the college station, but was bummed when they finally released an album a year and a half or so later, titled it Trash, Rats, and Microphones, and then left this song off.
The song is so rare, in fact, that this YouTube posting seems to be its only digital presence. I shot it myself when I saw the band live in fall 2007 at the CMJ music fest in New York at a bar called Mo Pitkin's, which was evidently only open for two years. I remember talking to Heloise after the show and telling her that this was my favorite of their songs, and she said, "That song is my diary." So don't let the disgust she feigns at the beginning of this video or its eventual omission from their album fool you; it's in her heart.
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