All of which is to say that while Young Rising Sons‘ “High” may sound instantly familiar in a lot of ways (including those whistles, handclaps, and falsetto vocals I was talking about earlier), that’s part of what makes it so deliriously enjoyable — the kind of song that makes you want to cast off your troubles, sing along, and dance around, stopping only long enough to hit “play” every 2:50 and start the process over again. More, please. And soon.
Stream Now: Young Rising Sons, “High”
There isn’t a pop song on the planet that has a damn thing new to say, or a new way in which to say it. And that’s just fine — in fact, a big part of the fun of being a pop fan is listening to songwriters connect those same old dots from slightly different angles. You can feel a song’s framework guiding you toward, say, a falsetto vocal on the chorus, or maybe handclap percussion, or even perhaps some whistling in the mix, and you can’t help but break out in a smile when A plus B equals C all over again. The formula still works; the laws of the universe still hold sway. A hook can still be just as barbed when you’re hearing it for the thousandth time.