Why do people like daft punk

A year into isolation, we miss the peaks of being out, the high of losing yourself in the madness of the crowd. For me, that yearning has grown more diffuse. But I now miss the entirety of the night, especially ones revolving around any big event. The anticipation and eavesdropping. An entire minor league baseball stadium in Coney Island full of people enjoying the same mass hallucination. Wondering, the following morning, if you had, indeed, seen a robot trash collector on the boardwalk outside the show.

It starts with a long stretch of nothing, then small ripples of cheers through the crowd when the pyramid is finally illuminated. By Hua Hsu. For the wildly original rapper, who died at age forty-nine, the mask he wore while performing offered a narrative device and protection. The New Yorker Recommends What our staff is reading, watching, and listening to each week. Enter your e-mail address. But the universal pop star has its appeal, at least in theory and in memory.

Following a megastar can let you feel like part of something much larger than yourself, and global stardom can elevate someone like Michael Jackson or John Lennon to an otherworldly, even godlike sort of stature. Add to that the rites of Old Media fandom — lining up at the record store to grab a copy of the new album when it goes on sale at midnight, gathering in front of the TV with fellow fans for the premiere of a new video — and pop music fandom could feel like a legitimately religious experience.

The pop megastar hasn't gone extinct yet, but it's definitely endangered. Listeners have an infinitude of music to choose from now, and artists can afford to avoid the sort of sacrifices it takes to reach universal fame and instead narrowcast to a niche audience that can support them while barely interacting with any of the countless other niches out there.

The French robot duo's seemingly universal appeal goes against most of the things that history's taught us about American pop audiences' proclivities.

Their music's based on the repetitive structures of house music, which mainstream listeners have historically been less than keen on, rather than verse-chorus-verse pop. Even now most of the EDM that's crossed over to the Hot is basically pop music with heavy four-on-the-floor drum machines, and it was even rarer on the pop charts when the group first broke out in the mid '90s.

The vocal elements in their songs are so highly manipulated and nearly amelodic that their music almost qualifies as instrumental. They don't show their faces. They're French. And yet it seems that everyone loves them. Alt-rockers flocked to the group at a time when the guitar still reigned supreme.

They're probably the biggest non-rap influence on the way modern hip-hop sounds. They're legitimate global pop stars, with three gold albums in the U. It's the name of the genre, and still sometimes people just do a lot of jumping, or fist pumping, or even just standing there.

Pharrell is your friend dragging you out when you'd rather sink into the couch. The song hits its peak with layered robotic vocal harmonies that throw back to Discovery- era textures. It's got great groove, and to think, it's only clocking bpm.

The sound is muffled through warehouse walls. The cops come to break up the party, but they don't succeed, and soon, you're walking into a stuffy room filled with fresh-faced, carefree, cool kids.

Just when you look around through the smoke and lasers in complete wonder, the bass kicks in. This song just conjures every late night adventure I've ever had. I can just see the bodies moving under strobe lights, the sweat-dripped smiles.

Those times are as gritty as they are pretty, and so is this beat. What even is this song? It's got a beat so heavy, it is sometimes reminiscent of hardstyle's affront. There are ray-gun pew pews, space-travel noises.

There really is no other song like this I can think of, simultaneously anxiety-inducing and balls-to-the-wall fun. It is like the soundtrack to an interstellar superhero final fight.

I spent my entire childhood trying to figure out what these lyrics were saying. Just wow. How could you not love this song? All those samples cut up and mashed together to create this awesome, chunky melody. Much of this song's signature style is thanks to Todd Edwards, the American house producer Daft Punk credits as one of its biggest influences.

He co-produces and sings on this Discovery favorite, and c'mon. These lyrics? This is what great songwriting is made of. Any time my buddy plays a closing DJ set, this is the last track he plays. It's honestly the perfect send-off, wrap-up jam.

Try it next time you have the chance and watch everyone embrace their friends with happy tears in their eyes. This song expresses something so deep but not often celebrated.

We've all had a love like this, the passionately doomed love you know can only fail, but it doesn't really matter. Those loves matter, too. Also, this is the least cheesy smooth jazz funk love song I've ever heard. You know it emulates the weird stuff your parents listened to that made you feel slightly uncomfortable as a kid, and yet, this fits like a warm hug. And of course they say yes, because it's amazing. That beat is so good.

Loop it again! It's one of the most repetitive offerings in the Daft Punk song catalog, but dude, this beat is so good! Loop it again. It was the beginning of a new era. Music, business and your social life had a completely new set of vocab words. Daft Punk dedicate these lyrics to the wild, new universe of Internet-based creation, collaboration and consumption.

Having said lyrics memorized is a true testament to one's Daft Punk fandom. That baby bot is the stuff of absolute nightmares. Like, you gave him gums, but not a mouth? What a twisted creator, indeed.

The fifth track of Discovery is pure rising motion, hence the title, right? It's the sound of rainbow pastel confetti in a ticker-tape parade. It's a sugary cupcake smashed all over your face, and you have to jump up and down to get the icing off.

Ironic how Daft Punk juxtapose this overwhelming joy with the complete disassociation of the main characters in Interstellar , the full-length anime counterpart to Discovery 's sonic majesty.