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Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Mesh & Lace

I Melt With You” by Modern English, from the album After the Snow
Fourth week of August, 1982.

MeltIs there anything better than Brits who employ synthesizers as the backbone of their music? The answer is there are an infinite number of things better than British synth-pop. For one—the teenage optimism in finding that one true love to whom you can unabashedly say things like “I’ll melt with you” and not be joking about what cheese says to bread. This song inspires the optimistic teen in all of us, not to mention the lip syncher. Come to think of it, are there any optimistic teens anymore? I always assumed those teens planning the prom or running for student government had a tad but maybe they’re just beefing up their extracurricular activities. I’ll tell you what though, if I was having the sex this guy was having, I’d be optimistic. I saw the world thrashing all around your face, never realizing, it was always mesh and lace. Sweet Jesus, that’s one stallion! Seriously, who wouldn’t stop the world and melt with the dynamo as subject in this song. Then how does he reward him/her for their skills in the sack? With his words. Making love to you, well, let’s just say it wasn’t second best. I still have trouble coming to terms that someone would say that to someone they slept with. That’s ballsy, to say the least. Imagine sleeping with someone, having the pleasure of them cuddling up to you post-coitus. Then they whisper seductively, “That was amazing”. What’s your response? “Making love to you, well, let’s just say it was second best, O.K.? Now let’s get some juice.” After coming to grips with the possibility they may have just fucked Jerry Seinfeld (sorry Shoshana Loenstein, it’s time you can admit to regretting it), what thoughts must race through the scorned lovers head? Was that bitterness? Sarcasm? Who talks like that? Was I third-best, or first-best? God, why can’t men just communicate!

Best moment: Mmm, mmm, mmmm (@ 2:53).


Sexy, breathy, loungy psuedo bossa nova cover by Nouvelle Vague, from the self-titled album.
Decent, peppy cover by Mest, from the Not Another Teen Movie soundtrack.
Kind of crappy sort-of punky cover by Saves the Day.
Awful sort-of punky cover by Me First and the Gimme Gimmes.