Random Access Memories

Obviously, a lot of people love this kind of music. I’m not unique or special in my attraction to it, and I’ve since made friends with people who love electronic music the same as me. I would never try and claim that I was an electronic music hipster; I’m still finding new artists today thanks to friends and coworkers (Pretty Lights, Tipper, and others). To me, music is about joy, dancing; having that full body sensation when a track is playing that just hits you right and picks you up no matter how you are feeling.


What Guy-Man and Thomas have done with Random Access Memories is made an album that is absolutely 100% for themselves. It has all their signature attention to detail and self indulgence. It tells a ridiculous story and perpetuates the mythology of their robot alter egos. It’s loud and it’s happy and it travels around the musical spectrum. It fights against the popular trends and has angered more music nerds than I thought would be possible. The robots do not care what other people think, they have made their work of art and are happy with it. All the interviews and the Collaborator videos show what a hugely personal project this has been.

So when I sit back on my sofa and listen to RAM all of this floods back. It reminds me of who I was, and how far I’ve come since then. I still find myself briefly holding back when I share a piece of music with someone in case they judge me negatively, and then I realise it doesn’t matter in the slightest and I turn it up a little.

The music is for me, and I don’t care if anyone disagrees.