Showing posts with label human league. Show all posts
Showing posts with label human league. Show all posts

15.1.09

We'll always be together, however far it seems

So this came up elsewhere on the interweb a week or two ago. Basically, someone compared the Lali Puna version of Together In Electric Dreams to the original Human League version. Personally, I like them both but I prefer the Lali Puna take. Another person said that the LP track fails to recreate the euphoria of the original track. Maybe I could kinda see that, but to me they are two different songs. To me, the Human League version is meant to be sung by church choirs on the tops of mountains or buildings, or maybe in a stadium full of people. It's a pretty cool song, even in its 80s Giorgio Moroder inspired cheesiness. I feel like the Lali Puna version is like a whispered promise between two lovers who are wrapped up in darkness. It's the same song, yeah, but I feel like LP twisted it and went in the opposite direction. But, that's just my take on it.

The Human League > Together in Electric Dreams

Lali Puna > Together in Electric Dreams

26.12.07

Sometimes, love comes as a surprise

Well, after being unsure of whether I would post again in 2007, I have returned. I have all this time off, don't have to go back to work until the 2nd, and I've been contemplating a road trip, even if only for a couple days. You know, just to go somewhere, anywhere...get outta town. However, I am still here for the time being, and I've wanted to post this video. It consists of clips from Wong Kar Wai's 2046, set to Lali Puna's cover of Together In Electric Dreams, which was originally done by the Human League, I believe.

I think the song really fits with the movie. A line from the song seems to sum up everything the movie is about; we'll always be together/however far it seems/we'll always be together/together in electric dreams. I must admit that I am not familiar with the original HL version of the song (I should probably remedy that), but I really love the LP version. It's not cluttered up, her voice is barely above a whisper, the little electronic flourishes; it's a four-and-a-half minute slice of perfect.