It was always going to take a hardcore charm offensive to get me to fade my cold shoulder to ZHU’s ‘Faded’.  Look, I am a walking party. I ain’t got no judgements: I’m the kind of person that’ll jump on the motorbike of a person in Viet Nam I just met at the promise of a momentous night of fuckery. And be gone for three days. Most of that shirtless.  I think one of life’s greatest pleasures is having the ability to completely lose yourself at will. But jiminy ovaries, I could not figure out for the life of me why people found ‘Faded’ so rampantly red-hot.

To be fair, I only heard remixes at first, all of which were trying to make the song sexy and a bit of lighthearted glee. But drunk driving is never sexy. Like, never. Holy balls, why would you find him romantic and worthy of ‘awww, there go my panties/boxers for you!’ in this song? Yeah, yeah, I’m such a prude, but come tell me that as I party you under the table at the Full Moon Party.  But Amtrac helped me see a whole other light to the track, or rather the lack there of any: this song was supposed to be dark as fuck. It’s not a romantic track at all,  it’s a night of self-immolation. It’s staring at yourself in a full length mirror, flat on the floor of your apartment, the rain beating and your pleas to a relationship long since going unanswered. Because they don’t even make their way out into the thunderclouds outside, getting lost in the storm of your heart.

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