Those of you familiar with Ryan Lewis and Macklemore’s anti-consumerist super hit “Thrift Shop” might not be aware that this blonde lyrical juggernaut has been in the music business for over ten years. In the mean time, he’s produced deeply personal and soulful rap songs, reflecting on his triumphs and struggles. He’s also produced a song written by unicorns to be performed at an audience of the Gods. That song is called “And We Danced.”
In this six minute dance fantasy epic, Macklemore plays a British God of Parties, a superhero bound to no love but his lady horse, Tyrone. Along with his entourage, he crashes a party of glum and economically repressed suburban folk, and enchants them with Dance Powers from his magical dancing sleeves. He eschews traditional party sports like beer pong in favor of resurrecting the legions of dead and bored young people into his personal dance army while effortlessly mimicking all of the best things about the 80s. See if you can spot the girl emulating Boy George.
Obviously, “And We Danced” is some kind of mythical parody soup, melding the essence of Lady Gaga’s “Just Dance” with pelvic floor thrusts and the looks of poppy hair metal into this delicious stew that tastes salty and smells faintly of rainbows. It isn’t just weird, it is deliciously weird. He’s channeled his inner David Bowie and turned Jareth’s magic evil into magical heroism, wishing to make every sausagefest into a glamorous but upbeat dance ball. Macklemore knows how to channel Jareth the Goblin King properly by carrying both a magical disco ball and a disorienting in-your-face package, and does it while wearing glittering gold.
It is funny without being too stupid to respect, and visually exciting and fast-paced enough to make you appreciate it rather than cringe at the cheese factor. It contains a seemingly random ode to Michael Jackson that seems only thematically relevant because the song is about dance (and MJ remains the best pop dancer in history). It doesn’t matter, by the time that part of the song comes up, you should have already reduced yourself to a giggling chair-dancer and should have no reason to care. He’s got a fake British accent in this song, are you really going to worry about whether it is a visual masterpiece of great literary depth, or are you going to stick balloons down your top and jump naked into a hot tub? If you want intelligent, check out his songs “Otherside” and “Wings.”
And We Danced is both sexually ridiculous and self deprecating, in that he both celebrates his big long pink ding dong penis and begrudgingly admits that he skeeted prematurely. It is the invention of the most visually offensive (in a good way) musical genre in a long time, that which I shall name Hair Rap. It is ridiculous for the sake of being ridiculous, but not so ridiculous that you can’t actually dance to it, and have a really really really good time. Enjoy.