Under the buzzing pseudonym Manic Year, David Liebig is back with a dazzling, brain-twisting new single "Music." He's brought a daring hyper-pop anthem filled with a swirling complex of emotion, sounds that acrobat, and a self-knowing story. And it's a full-collapse song crafted to take over the dance floor, your head, and the minds of late patrons.
It's a playful song that thrives on opposites, a confession, but playful, a symphony yet sophisticated. Liebig's melodies seem to be saying come-hither and secret, a smug, ironic grin that curls with just enough open-mindedness to make even the most proficient subvert their gaze. Each line in the song seems to be a heavy play as if concealed beneath the dayglo jazz of synth stab and metered vocal distortion, which was something deep secret.
While this is a strong personage that runs through the Manic Year release, the narrative of spectacle keeps you guessing. When you think you're on steady ground, the sound surfaces and shapeshifts joyfully. One moment may feel like you're sticking through a smooth whirlwind of synths, and in the next minute, the constant beat may be broken up by a digital distortion blow that punctuates the melody.
But underneath the clang and clang of the score, "Music" is also a revelation, a camcorder, a farewell feature, and a cautionary tale. It's a paradox, and it's funny. And it wobbles mysteriously, considers ambition, suffering, choice, and moister with the kind of equipment you'll return to a few more minutes. Every run finds a trail of breadcrumbs that run further.
"Music" is not an entertainment place. It challenges rocks and peels back the corsets from the side of a ready-made pop star to uncover the artist behind the guise, who can dance on the line separating earnestness and irony and fall to his music. A few moments in trend declare where legitimate, ballsy music actually millions.
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