Verbose young-adult cliché is still cliché. Maybe it’s a worse strain of lyrical cliché when it comes to electronic music. There’s little to distinguish the vocal delivery between Dreamers and juggernaut tuuuunes from the likes of Swedish House Mafia. Instrumentally, the trappy snare rolls and chorus bombast don’t feel like a smarter interpretation of EDM, just a shittier interpretation. The ham-fisted, earnest lyrics coming together with the measured tempo to create an unholy concoction of EmoDM, replete with an awful, shoehorned hummed melodic hook. The spoken word coda from former Snakadaktal vocalist Phoebe Young is laughably bad, as opposed to the rest of the track, which is just plain bad.
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