Party Like It’s (The) 1975

The 1975 is like a postmodernist, pop, mood movement.

I’m too mainstream to be real, so this isn’t typically what I would gravitate towards. However, I’m always down for an interesting aesthetic, and this is where The 1975 grabs my attention.

Their music hangs in the delicate balance between self-deprecating and self-indulgent, which is pretty much exactly who I am. It’s covered from top to bottom in sharp synth beats and drippy guitar chords. Paired with lead singer Matty Healy’s flowery punk vocals, their debut album The 1975 is a jam for any season, situation, or sob fest.

When I first started writing this post in September of last year (!!!), the band wasn’t nearly as famous or appreciated as they are now. It feels like just yesterday I was sulkily trudging through the snow up to my high school, moodily listening to “Menswear,” secretly hoping I could keep this band my secret forever. But, unfortunately, they became indie-pop-alt-rockstars, and I’m just that bitch who bought their album the day it came out, sight unseen, just for kicks.

Perhaps The 1975’s greatest strength lies in their locked-in aesthetic, as I previously mentioned. It’s sad-pop, a genre that’s rare and hard to hit. For the band, it’s really effortless — all-black wardrobe, half-shaved head, British, dry humor, pessimistic outlook, dreamy sensibilities. In this way, it makes sense that their lead album draws inspiration from 1980’s John Hughes films; Healy shared in an interview with radio.com, “We wanted to make a record [that] was almost a soundtrack to our teenage years. If he made a movie about us, this would be the soundtrack.”

A John Hughes movie about The 1975 would undoubtedly feature concerning amounts of alcohol and drugs, but I would pay an inappropriate amount of money to see it. And Healy isn’t too off the mark. The 1975 resonates with late teen-dom. It’s an echoing beat that seamlessly correlates with life events (or at least my life events) and spins you into a cocoon of cozy alternative melodies. It’s an album for the ages.

Since I’m such a fan, I thought I’d share some of my favorite songs and why I love them so much:

The 1975 

The band uses a lot of musical interludes, and while that’s not necessarily something I like, it just works here. “The 1975” is easily the best of the short tracks. It’s the first song on the album, and it sets such a precedent for what’s to follow. It’s hazy and kind of magical.

The City

I’ve had a lot of mixed feelings towards “The City” in the past, but at the moment, I’m really digging it. Granted, it is the band’s opening number on their North American tour right now, and I did just see them in concert, and I do live in the Greatest City on Earth, so maybe this all combined makes me feel a little bit sentimental towards the tune. Nevertheless, some lines just hit the right marks; specifically, “Don’t call it a fight when you know it’s a war.”

Chocolate

“Chocolate” is the most popular The 1975 song, and for good reason — it’s alternative, but almost chic in how pop it is. It works for a party, a stroll to class, while running on the treadmill, when crying in your room — it’s so good for anything. “Dressed in black, head to toe” is one of my personal mantras/style necessities.

Talk!

I have such strong feelings for “Talk!” because it’s a song that so easily could be over-looked on such a concrete album. It’s a little shorter than the other songs, and a bit more erratic, but it’s one of my all-time favorites. It just deserves to be watched/listened to live, because the performance Matty throws into this song is absolutely unreal. Rumor has it they stopped playing it on their current tour because it’s too vocally demanding. It gives me the best kind of vibes.

Settle Down

If you’re looking for a good medium between rock, pop, alternative and a slowed-down jam, “Settle Down” is the answer. It’s so relevant, yet dated in a way, and is oddly romantic. The breakdown at the bridge is the best part — smooth but a little haunting.

Robbers

There’s so much to be said about “Robbers”. It’s cinematic, trashy, romantic, and the music video is so well-suited for such an epic song. Isn’t this song just intimately enormous? It’s huge.

Girls

THIS IS MY FAVORITE SONG OF ALL TIME. I am so obsessed with this song, to such a degree that sometimes if I hear other people enjoying it, I ask them to turn it off because I can’t handle how minimal my personal listening experience is. I need it full-blast in my little Hyundai car, driving on a dark night, screaming the lyrics. I own this song. I feel like I may be known in some circles specifically by this song, and if I’m not, I hope I will be someday. It is my anthem. When Matty metions John Hughes movies, I feel like this is the song he is referring to. Also, there was a time in which I would watch the music video (and really, really watch it) on a loop for upwards of 30 minutes. IT’S JUST MY SONG, OKAY?

Menswear

“Menswear” is smooth as fuck. For first-timers, you’ll probably want to give up after the first 1:00, but hang in there, because this is honestly one of the best songs on the record (and if you have to fast-forward to the 1:40 mark, you can, but don’t be impatient!!!). It’s filled with synth tones and a solid drum beat, accompanied by too-cool-for-school lyrics about a wedding. There’s just something so effortless about this song.

Is There Somebody Who Can Watch You

The 1975 is an emotional band, and this song really leans on the intimacy they foster throughout the album. Written as an ode to his younger brother during their parents divorce, “Is There Somebody Who Can Watch You” is passionate without being overwrought, a simple, sad statement coming from Matty Healy. It hits a chord without trying too hard.

You

This is the break-up anthem to end all break-up anthems. It’s bitter and over-dramatic, which always makes for a good song. In retrospect, Matty admitted he would’ve been “more fair” to his ex if he were to write the song again, but since that’s not an option, I say let’s just bask in this bitchiness.

Me

“Me” is a hard song to listen to because of it’s extremely personal content, but it’s truly a stand-out among the EP tracks released in anticipation for the full album. A song written at a time when Healy was experiencing “a lot of guilt,” it’s one of the early instances of him using third-person narrative in his songwriting, a touch that, again, brings deep intimacy and emotion into the music. It’s one of my favorite songs, and I love how it somewhat puts the neuroses of the lead singer to the forefront in a beautiful way.

So Far (It’s Alright)

Dreamy and indie, “So Far (It’s Alright)” is almost a conglomerate of every other song by The 1975. It has the perfect amount of sad, sass, sweetness and synth to create a cool song.

Fallingforyou

I love how romantic and quaint this song is. It just catches that vibe of unrequited love in an almost miserable package. The song relies heavily on it’s lyrics, and what a well-written song it is. If anything, The 1975 is a masterclass in songwriting — it’s really timeless. See: “I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck.”

Medicine

“Medicine” is such a swirling, swept-up, underplayed love song. One review commented, “‘Medicine’ by The 1975 is the kind of song that you fall in love with someone to. It soundtracks a first kiss.” SOMEONE, PLEASE FALL IN LOVE WITH ME TO THIS SONG.

So Good To Me

Though it’s technically a cover, The 1975 does “So Good To Me” much better than the original. It’s such a desperate confession — “You’ve been so good to me.” It feels so natural and passionate. It belongs on a The 1975 record.

Though I’ve only listed my absolute favorites (and there’s a lot of them), why not explore The 1975 for yourself? You can download their album on iTunes now, or stream it on YouTube. Also, for good measure:

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#Thankful

I’m excited to announce that I think I’ve officially become a “thankful” person.

I associate gratitude with weakness the same way that people associate peanut butter with jelly, so this is actually huge progress on my journey to becoming an Actual Feeling Human Being. Emotions are real! The world is turning!

Of course, I am still a cold robot, but sometimes life gets good, like a well-written episode of Mad Men, and you just gotta ride the wave until you get paranoid that something bad is going to happen at any second and kill your vibe. While you’re riding the wave, might as well say, “Hey, this is a good thing. I feel happy about this. Thanks, Universe, for this moment in time where everything is nice.”

Anyways, how can you not at least be a little bit thankful for your life when there are things that exist out there like pugs and Harry Styles and deep-dish pizza and Sex and The City re-runs that play while you run on the treadmill? Is there really anything more you can ask for? Aside from a frozen yogurt machine that dispenses directly into your mouth with no repercussions, of course.

I don’t even know how to elegantly articulate how much I love “Blank Space” and how much I need it in my life at all times. This is also my formal plea for Taylor Swift to bring her music back to Spotify. I thought, because I don’t use Spotify, I wouldn’t be affected by this drama, but when you can’t bump “Blank Space” at a party because it’s unavailable to be streamed, it ruins literally everything. I feel so strongly about this. Please bring Taylor Swift back to Spotify.


Here it is, everybody: the most perfectly executed bitch face of all time. I want to achieve this someday. I hope in the future, my face just naturally falls into this exact look.

“Both. Just say I’ve got an allergy to cheap Champagne. Tell them exactly that. I have acid reflux, and unless it’s really good bubbles, I’m not going to take that!” He shakes his head and laughs. “But please don’t sell that too well. Make sure they know it’s a joke. They’ll really think I’m an asshole.” 


About a month ago, I made a spontaneous decision to travel from NYC to CHI via Megabus and surprise my family and friends for Thanksgiving. It was SO fun, but some of the most LOL-worthy moments occurred, surprisingly, while en route. It’s basically the travel nightmare that you would assume, but if you’re looking forward to something at the end of it, it isn’t as bad. An old Russian woman next to me got in a screaming match with the bus drivers, someone threw up within the first two hours, there was a dog on the bus, and at one rest stop, they were selling L. Ron Hubbard DVDs. Apparently, Scientology is huge in Ohio. The entire bus ride took nineteen hours, and when I finally got to my front door, no one in my family was even home, but at least I got frozen yogurt later that night and got to enjoy the well of joyful emotions that exist only in Costco stores the next day.


Per Emerson family tradition, we hit the mean streets of suburban Illinois at 3 AM on Black Friday to help the economy/get some bangin department store deals. We also were Danby Station’s first customers of the day at 6 AM, because we will do anything for food from the best restaurant in Glen Ellyn, IL. I was awake for a full 23 hours, 12 of which were spent shopping. I’m a survivor.

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Since there’s nowhere to cook on campus/I only eat rabbit food, I spend at least 90% of my time blankly staring at delicious food on Pinterest, bookmarking it and then literally never cooking it ever. But I want to drown myself in this sweet corn, zucchini, and fresh mozzarella pizza. 

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It’s a stalemate to see who will cut their hair first and neither of us are caving.

“Eve then says that we should make this T-Swift-inspired class ‘a thing,’ but alas she will be in the Hamptons next week. I will be in suburbia for the holiday weekend eating Chinese takeout and wearing flannel pajama pants, but that is neither here nor there.”


My parents came to visit the second weekend of November and it was truly a delight. We got a round of Salty Pimps at the best ice cream place in the world, Big Gay Ice Cream Shop, and also met Bradley Cooper outside of his broadway show after seeing him perform. This is truly what it means to “live the dream.”

Selena Gomez’s monologue at the beginning of this song is also how I feel about Justin Bieber. I KNOW HIM.

Maybe if you live under a rock (aka don’t follow me on Twitter) you wouldn’t know that 1D has a new album out. BUT THEY DO AND IT’S PERFECT FROM START TO FINISH. Me and my journalistic companion Kiley Roache will be having a listening session in the coming days, but you should pre-game our analysis with a little “Girl Almighty”.

“I know a lot of people are probably so thrown by how serious we’re taking this boy band, but loving them is no different than obsessing over any other act we value for some arbitrary ideal of authenticity. There’s nothing more fun than loving something, and boy bands are one of the the only sets of artists that require you to love the whole package: from music to personalities to all the baggage they can muster.”

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I think Harry Styles is calling me out via tattoo

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Darling, I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

I ♥ New York

I’ve officially been living in Manhattan for almost 4 weeks and it’s been THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE. I basically get to do everything I’ve always wanted to do when I lived in the suburbs, which includes: walk to Soho, eat amazing food, visit my ladies at the Huffington Post, spend so much money, see celebrities, go to fun tapings, movies and concerts, and live as a strong, independent, sassy bitch. Also, I have to do a lot of school work, but don’t kill my vibe.

To be perfectly cliche, I’M LIVING OUT MY DAMN DREAMS. Hopefully soon Harry Styles will start cooking and cleaning and singing me to sleep in my dorm. Basically, anything can happen in NYC.

Here are some of my favorite things this month:


Say what you will about Kim and Kanye, but they are a POWER COUPLE and their combined style is amazing. F the haters.

“The list of things that keep me up at night includes but is not limited to: appendicitis, typhoid, leprosy, unclean meat, foods I haven’t seen emerge from their packaging, foods my mother hasn’t tasted first so that if we die we die together, homeless people, headaches, rape, kidnapping, milk, the subway, sleep.”

Buzzfeed had an accomplished bartender mix celebrity-inspired drinks. The Taylor Swift is on point.

Feeling oh so #blessed that I get to see the critically-acclaimed Whiplash at the New York Film Festival at the end of this month.

Here’s my take on the selfie: a selfie is the best kind of photo there is, primarily because you can manipulate the camera anyway you want to give you a picture that you’re happy with. People that talk shit about selfies probably just don’t know how to take a good one. Take as many selfies as your heart desires and never apologize!


Brangelina wedding is everything.


I started a new blog recapping every episode of Saved By The Bell. I only have one post as of right now (school is crazy busy) but hopefully this weekend I can get it fully up and running: http://www.bloggedbythebell.com




Last night we went into midtown, ate pizza, saw Ed Sheeran sing “Don’t” live at Radio City Music Hall (my first time ever being there!) and then basically had a night of exploring. New York City is kinda pretty I guess.


I know I blog about him a lot, but Dane Dehaan is on a different damn level as Lucien Carr in Kill Your Darlings.

Matty Healy from The 1975 is one of the most earnest and giving performers. Also he’s drunk as shit and he sounds *amaze* on one of my fave tracks, “Talk”. I swoon.

Last week I met Michael Cera after seeing his Broadway debut, This is Our Youth. It was nice. I’m in love with him.


No.

Tonight I was lucky enough to get tickets to a taping of the Late Show with David Letterman! They made it very clear to us that it’s a big deal to go at this point since it’s Dave’s last season, and not even they know when his last show will be. It was so funny, he’s an incredibly awesome guy, and I got to see my love Mindy Kaling in the flesh. Overall 10/10, would recommend.


“Don’t let people cast you as a side character in your relationships, in your jobs, in your life.”


Get this shit away from me.

My personal mantra

Chris Pratt is my everything, and Guardians of the Galaxy was the film of the damn summer. Don’t ever fight me on this.

Everything has changed and yet I am more me than I’ve ever been. – Iain Thomas