M83: Midnight City

That synth line hits you immediately and doesn’t let up—this bright, almost plastic sound that just keeps pushing. The whistle is the thing that sticks though, clean and simple. Anthony’s voice is buried way back, singing from somewhere distant. It all hangs together with this feeling of moving through a city at night, aware of the neon and the emptiness and a specific kind of loneliness that only happens after dark. The song has been everywhere, which should have killed it by now, but it hasn’t. It still works.