(feat. track – “Internet Killed The Video Star”)
I’m not sure if there’s a German word for “the joy in resignation.” It seems like the sort of term Germans would come up with. If there isn’t one, that’s a shame, because it would apply perfectly to The Limousines’ debut electropop masterpiece “Get Sharp.”
Where Radiohead, Grandaddy and their ilk once found (as Tricky dubbed it) “pre-millenial tension,” The Limousines have partied at the end of the world and come away with nothing but a lingering hangover and a serious case of post-millenial ennui. The future is here, and it’s nothing special, but what can you do? Might as well make the best of it.
So what’s left to do when it’s all been done? Create stuff? Eh, who will remember it. Fall in love? Sure, love would be nice, but a fuck now and then ain’t so bad, right? What, she’s dead? Oh, that sucks, let’s dance. I’ve got a full iPod. Who really cares what’s on it? The Limousines find themselves in a brave new world, adrift on a sea of cheerful whatever. It’s nihilism without the willfulness, hedonism without the guilty intent. It’s giving up and giving in.
With lyricist Eric Victorino pulling lyrical references from sources as broad ranging as traditional spirituals, The Smiths, and Sam Cooke, and instrumentalist Giovanni Giusti pairing them with musical tropes that call to mind New Order and OMD as frequently as anything current, they exemplify the iGeneration, with the entirety of popular music at their fingertips but no particular reason to find that special. The Limousines know their history, even as they dismiss it with a lazy over-the-shoulder toss. It’s not that they don’t know better, they’re just not sure if they care.
For as frequently as they refer backward, The Limousines live in the now, and they’re deftly capable of that great post-post-modern trick, being ironically distanced and sincerely invested all at the same time.“Get Sharp” is nothing so much as a knowing nod to a hopeless generation, hopelessly aware.