Purity Ring, “Grammy (Soulja Boy cover)”

This is like if Swedish duo jj stumbled into a rave with more strobes than usual. A tight steel drum, synth daggers and chopped up howls accompany bland hip-hop pronouncements. The lyrics aren’t nearly as vacant and silly as the most fun Soulja Boy tracks are, (see: “So Fresh”) but that works in favor for Purity Ring’s robot tone, like her eyes are half-mast, behind them daydreaming about Grammys. Even through the pleading chorus, even without the modulator over her voice, she’s not really trying, and neither is Soulja Boy, and neither are the Grammys, and neither is me and get it at Earmilk