What wasnвЂ™t quite achieved by The Human LeagueвЂ™s cover of вЂњYouвЂ™ve Lost That LovinвЂ™ Feelin'вЂќ is here realised superbly, covering the metaphorical gamut of heat, warmth, coldness and coolness at a stroke. Scott Mildenhall: Disembodied soul music about disembodied souls. Most of the time, all of it - the touch, the inquiries - ends up like the track: fading without notice, leaving you to whisper вЂњI knowвЂќ to no body but yours.

Even his oafish attempt to break the reverie - вЂњfuck that/get moneyвЂќ - is feeble. The electric piano plunges lightly, the guitar is a warning from two buildings over. (I guess heвЂ™s singing вЂњIвЂ™d hate to think to think about you with somebody else,вЂќ but IвЂ™ve been hearing вЂњI need toвЂќ itвЂ™s aggression masked as masochism masked as kindness.) And, by and large, thatвЂ™s how it is. But heвЂ™s certain that his lover, when somewhere else, is swapping souls. But what? Healy canвЂ™t give his soul - canвЂ™t even detect its damn edges - but even the bodies are on loan. What feeling remains is that of sharingвЂ¦ something. I lose the feel of those bodies more every day itвЂ™s how it should be. ItвЂ™s like IвЂ™m navigating by heatmap: thereвЂ™s that apartment, these bars, those woods. YouвЂ™re still alone.Д«rad Shoup: The places where our bodies were, I still feel them. You reach for your house keys and push the door open. The song ends with the same synthesised motif that started it, the same empathetic voice, the same repeated вЂњI knowвЂќ - at first you think itвЂ™s coming back but then the whole thing falls away underneath you, and itвЂ™s gone. The girl taking off her dress becomes the girl looking through her phone.В ItвЂ™s an old story. IвЂ™ve heard it in songs before too - in the вЂњdoing justВ fineвЂќ of вЂњMr Brightside,вЂќ the song that held my jealousy and inadequacy before вЂњSomebody ElseвЂќ did. IвЂ™ve heard that change in the tone of my own voice so many times this year. You think the change in your tone, taking a slightly different tactic - вЂњ come on babyвЂќ - you think itвЂ™ll work. In the space between the first and second вЂњcome on babyвЂќ lives the realisation that this person - the one you need and want but hate and want to forget - they donвЂ™t believe you, theyвЂ™ve moved on, youвЂ™re never going to convince them. ItвЂ™s also the comfort in familiarity, how it shows me to myself. An invasion of my subconscious telling me that they understand. But the core comfort is the repeated вЂњI knowвЂќ: the way a familiar person appears in a dream. ItвЂ™s every kind of comfort I need, like stocking up on food and drink and clothes and blankets and medicine when IвЂ™m sick.

I feel comforted and powerful in my loneliness when IвЂ™m listening to it: The way it all leads to the shouts of вЂњfuck that get money,вЂќ the final and definitive kiss-off to love.

The cold hits my cheeks as the warm layers of synthesisers chime inevitably. I leave a bar and although itвЂ™s still early itвЂ™s already dark. I still find parts of myself stuck in its glaring reflection some ten months after its release, but I find clarity in the immediate effect it had on me, one of immense rapture and internal conflict.Д¬laire Biddles: It was winter when I first heard it and itвЂ™s winter now. It recalls how I spent a good chunk of my early 20s: walking along empty boardwalks and towering skyscrapers late at night, listening to the вЂ™80s favorites IвЂ™d lose myself to every single Thursday night on a dancefloor in the back of a dive bar. вЂњSomebody ElseвЂќ continues in the great contemporary tradition of solitary soliloquies along midnight city landscapes, immortalized by one of HealyвЂ™s surrogate fathers. How could you possibly articulate about a song that struck a buried nerve, knocked you down on all fours, and engulfed you from the ground up? Well, a few things: For someone who, to me, embodies intoxicating lust and desire to lay their compulsions and contradictions bare feels glorious in its romanticized grandeur. Josh Winters: I donвЂ™t even know where to start with this one. In place of Amnesty Week, this year The Singles Jukebox will review every song off The 1975 albumвЂ¦

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