Day 148: S.f.M. – The Dangerous Summer’s “Catholic Girls”

by Tom Noonan

There’s been a lot of debate this summer, more than of any summer in recent memory, about which song is the chip-leading “Song of the Summer”, and most of this debating has been utterly boring in the worst possible way.  It’s not that there aren’t any good candidates, everyone seems to love both “Blurred Lines” and “Get Lucky” in equal measure (except for the people who have pitchforks with Robin Thicke’s name painted on the prongs), it’s that the debate itself is about an arbitrary title that will never actually be handed over to an artist.  Another way of saying this is that “Song of the Summer” is a title that was made up specifically to cause debate that can’t be resolved (and to spike iTunes sales, but that’s a different argument), one that causes us to be both Socrates and Thrasymachus.

The problem stems from our emotional attachment to music, which ends up being the reason why “Song of the Summer” has nothing to do with record sales, festival appearances, or number of Spotify plays.  Instead, it becomes a debate about who’s emotions are more important.  Each of us has our own “Song of the Summer”, even if they’re technically the same song.  My version of “Get Lucky” is probably vastly different from yours because it helped me through a few 20 hour work days while it might’ve helped you during a break-up (don’t overlook Pharrell’s lyrics on this one), so the argument becomes whether my exhaustion was more in need of saving than your broken heart.  Basically, we end up arguing over emotions instead of things like composition, artistic intent, or even danceability, and we’re all too close to the situation to make a rational ruling.

All this being said, there is a chance for consensus this year, not on “Song of the Summer” but on “Song of the End of the Summer”.  While still a difficult and possibly (definitely) emotion-driven category, “Song of the End of the Summer” is much less fun than it’s more famous brother, and seems like something a band could legitimately get right.  With that in mind, let me introduce you, if you haven’t already met, to The Dangerous Summer, the anti-Thickes who have shown up to take the humidity out of our air.  The Maryland natives’ first single from their upcoming “Golden Record” is big on heart in a way that might just outsize your own emotions, but will most definitely kick, punch, and head butt you right in the nostalgia bone.  This isn’t a song to drink to; it’s a song to get drunk to.

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