Which is where that formula in the first paragraph comes into the equation. Sold and streamed by the million, the success of Wake Me Up convinced Avicii he had to come back with more. Of course, thousands of morons flocked to Avicii.
You heard the track and you suddenly discovered previously concealed intellectual depths in Agadoo, The Lion Sleeps Tonight, Too Shy and Barbie Girl. This was music as a day out at the abattoir, a crude slasher flick of awfulness with gore and guts oozing from every crevice. If you think that description is hackneyed, it’s nothing compared to the tracks in question.Ī few years ago, most of us thought music had finally rolled over and died when the Scandinavian musician unleashed Wake Me Up. In the case of Swedish DJ and producer Avicii, his version of “the best small country in the world in which to do business” is sticking accordions and harmonicas into the middle of a turgid, lumpen, morbid, extra-large slab of truly awful electronic music.
If something works well once, there’s every chance it’ll work well the second, third or, what-the-heck, 14th time around. Pop music loves a formula like a politician loves a soundbite.
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