By Mawuse Ziegbe
One of my favorite songs of the moment is "Little Bit" by Lykke Li. Lykke Li is a Swedish national who cranks out that folky, beige pop the Nordics craft so well. When I hear her music Feist and Peter Bjorn and John pop in my head. "Little Bit" is a sunny infusion of delicate, melodic guitar and fuzzy bass over which Lykke coyly proclaims she's "a little bit in love with you" only if you're "in la la la love with me." That sort of naked declaration of undying ("and for you I keep my legs apart and forget about my tainted heart...) yet conditional love ("only if you're a little in love with me") is sooooo what being a 20-something fantasist is about. I'm also all about MGMT's "Electric Feel." This is a band I didn't want to like, because its appeal is unabashedly hipster and well, I'm shallow. The two mussy-haired Brooklynites (via Weslyan University) do Hall and Oates and David Bowie proud with their proggy disco. The accompanying video is indulgent, trippy woodland camp that invokes Labyrinth and The Never Ending Story. In other words, video of the year.
When I'm not listening to bugged-out Gen-Y'ers, I'm listening to Peter Hadar. A burly wall of a man, Hadar (pronounced Hah-darr) pumps out sensual, electro-soul. An aural clone of Dwele, he's more metaphorically nimble as he invites young tenderonies to visit his world ("Planets") and croons about how a beautiful bedfellow induces pill-poppin' ("Sleeping Pills"). Last Tuesday night, Hadar held court at Drom where Pete Rock spun records from Redman, Erick Sermon and 50 Cent (blech). Hadar kept it hip hop and kicked off his set with a freestyle over Lil Wayne's thundering " A Milli" instrumental. Then he launched into "Planets," followed by a drum and bass vocal song and topped off the impassioned set by stomping all over the furniture.
Last Saturday, DFA Records was making a racket over at PS1's Warm Up performance series. James Murphy and Pat Mahoney of LCD Soundsystem, a project I normally just can't get into, spun cherubic disco house from some heavenly dance floor where angels do the hustle and the Jheri curl juice never drips. The art was fun too. I was particularly into the Olafur Eliasson's Reversed Waterfall where water flows up and Damián Ortega's Controller of the Universe where weapons float in the air. I was particularly so not into the exhibition, Arctic Hysteria: New Art From Finland. Especially Markus Cooper's creepy kinetic sculpture Kursk; a series of life-sized hanging antique diving suits, rigged to jostle back and forth randomly in a cramped dark room. That almost killed my disco buzz.
But praise polyester there's the good ol' Giant Step Hudson Hotel party. UK's The Herbaliser peppered the playlist with more funk than a little bit. But surprisingly, it was more of a sipping and head-nodding affair compared to the usual Hudson footwork fest. It started out somewhat slow but eventually swelled to a sizable jammy jam. And if this past week has taught me anything it's that Finnish art gives me the heebie jeebies, my idea of heaven includes a mirrored ball and a wah-wah machine and that funk always gets the party started.