https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=mh9eJJ8cKsU#!
Daft Punk — I speak from a tiny, tiny experience with them and their library — inhabits that range of sound that, if you know the source, you can tell it's sampled; if you don't, it's pure sound, from tabula rasa, no identifiable synths or strings or what. It's all just full tones and sweeps and fast glitches, and it's too much to parse or understand; maybe it's voice, or it was voice, or maybe it'd be clear if I could understand the french accent buried underneath layers of processing; the background was once drums, filtered and chained through 808s and reverbs and compressors; now they're just flittering hits and withdrawals of bass and treble tones, a crash or a pound or a bump here or there. With any experience in pop music, this is perfectly normal, but imagine someone a hundred, two hundred years listening — the chords and rhythms are rational enough, but the arrangement is beyond imagination. What does another hunded hold?
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