'moaner' always struck me as a particularly angst-ridden song - the crushing feelings of devastation, hurt and anger that consume you when you discover a lover's passed you up for somebody better. you can try and run away from it - escape into the bright lights of the city "down on the waterfront", drop pills, drink until you pass out: but in the end, they just won't get out of your head. "make it down to the delaware and up in your head - moaner, moaner, moaner, moaner!" you're uncertain, "crossway boy" and hating yourself and hating them for what's happened. seeing them without you, in the company of someone else just breaks you: "long walks with the boyfriend and the city loves her boyfriend" is so bitter and hateful. it's the worst kind of pain.
the way the song builds up and completely collapses in on itself (almost reminiscent of an emotional breakdown?) as the lyrics progress is a fucking beautiful thing to experience with the speakers turned up as loud as you can stand. so intense. tracks like these make me wonder why people often assume dance music is just beeps and beats - fuck, no. karl hyde is almost undoubtedly one of the most skilful, original lyricists dance music has ever seen.
'moaner' always struck me as a particularly angst-ridden song - the crushing feelings of devastation, hurt and anger that consume you when you discover a lover's passed you up for somebody better. you can try and run away from it - escape into the bright lights of the city "down on the waterfront", drop pills, drink until you pass out: but in the end, they just won't get out of your head. "make it down to the delaware and up in your head - moaner, moaner, moaner, moaner!" you're uncertain, "crossway boy" and hating yourself and hating them for what's happened. seeing them without you, in the company of someone else just breaks you: "long walks with the boyfriend and the city loves her boyfriend" is so bitter and hateful. it's the worst kind of pain.
the way the song builds up and completely collapses in on itself (almost reminiscent of an emotional breakdown?) as the lyrics progress is a fucking beautiful thing to experience with the speakers turned up as loud as you can stand. so intense. tracks like these make me wonder why people often assume dance music is just beeps and beats - fuck, no. karl hyde is almost undoubtedly one of the most skilful, original lyricists dance music has ever seen.