“if a strain of gallows humor didn’t underlie many of mr. cohen’s pronouncements, such observations might sound insufferably pretentious. but he continually undercuts his own solemnity. here is he is on his own mystique as a silver-tongued casanova: ‘my reputation as a ladies’ man was a joke. it caused me to laugh bitterly the 10,000 nights I spent alone.’”—stephen holden on leonard cohen in the new york times, june 2006
this right here is the new neptunes song, and it’s a goddamn banger. the best pop song of 2008? the best pop song ever about cocaine? the best neptunes track since drop it like it’s hot? the best use of a upright bass in hip-hop since a tribe called quest’s low end theory? the best use of the line, “here’s a towel/ wipe your face/ cool down/ have a drink/ it’s on me.”? the best use of the yelled refrain, “all the girls/ standing in the line/ for the bathroom”? probably, maybe, maybe, yes, yes and yes.
the only downside is that n.e.r.d., the name pharrell williams must have picked when he was 12, stands for no one ever really dies. ew. still, pharrell is b.a.c.k. from lameness.