Disco was once a platform for excluded voices, but in the past decade has instead become a pair of shiny trousers for Justin Timberlake to put on whenever he chooses. Rather, the shift currently occurring in the world is a rejection of the status-quo-a rebuttal of a complacent contemporary culture that has for too long commodified the radical, liberal ideas of the 1960s and 1970s in order to sell records, and phones, and whatever else. No, that's not just to say: 2016 has been horrible, so a disco song is comforting and familiar. Perhaps the real answer lies in the state of the world around us. There's nothing I haven't seen before, but I can't look away. It's like I've fallen in love with a slice of buttered white toast and a glass of orange squash. I can't think of another instance where a song has been so ostensibly unimpressive, yet equally so beguiling. More likely though, it's the former, but even so there's something impressive about just how enchantingly average 'I Feel It Coming' is. Maybe, forty years from now, a wizened and weathered Reggie Yates with sallow bags beneath his eyes will present through cracking voice a documentary about 'the disco-pop collaboration between Daft Punk and the Weeknd that changed the world.' Maybe 'I Feel It Coming' will herald a new era for chintzy disco-pop, maybe it will sell so many copies they'll have to think of a new category after double-platinum, maybe it will bring flares back into fashion, maybe it will bring dear old Robin Gibb back from the dead. Maybe it is good-maybe it is a the best pop song of all. Culture that sort of sucks, but at least tastes like home. It's so conventional, such perfectly-packaged commercial disco-revivalism, it actually becomes comforting-like watching one of the shit Star Wars prequels, or eating a microwaveable lasagne. The tune, that 'I've heard this somewhere before' quality the melody has, perhaps betrays the fact that 'I Feel It Coming' isn't good as much as it is totally familiar. The sort of bargain-bin pop that would sound just as at home soundtracking the disco scene in a straight-to-video animated movie, as it would topping the charts. Well, firstly, an important question: is it good? Is 'I Feel It Coming' actually good? I mean clearly it is a thing of immense beauty-a svelte and compelling piece of work-but is it a good song? I posit maybe not. Forget the Tron soundtrack, forget 'Get Lucky', in fact, you can pretty much forget everything on this list. Fifteen years after they last did something good, Daft Punk have created their magnum opus, and it's a four and half minute slab of Kiss FM pop about female orgasms-which it is by the way, my girlfriend figured this out after my 'five more listens before bed' routine the other night.

The Weeknd, a popstar so unbelievably forgettable and without distinguishing presence the only two things people ever say about him are (a) something about his hair or (b) that he maybe sounds a bit like Michael Jackson, if you squint your ears.ДЄnd yet, like it or not, it has happened.

Their return to form wasn't supposed to be an album track co-sign with another artist, let alone the fucking Weeknd. Daft Punk's return to the heady heights of their former glory was supposed to play out in a collaboration with Nile Rodgers, or at least on their own album. It wasn't supposed to happen like this-it was supposed to be Random Access Memories. Which is why I'm as surprised as you are that I'm currently writing an extended reaction to this song. I thought 'I Can't Feel My Face' was pretty good, as songs about gak go, but his first Daft Punk collaboration, the eponymous 'Starboy,' is totally forgettable, and a brief scan through the album produced nothing of particular interest. I should say-to be perfectly upfront-I'm not interested in the Weeknd's album.

The single, the second Daft Punk featuring single to be taken from the Weeknd's latest album Starboy, arrived last week. I have absolutely no idea how many times I've listened to the Weeknd's new single with Daft Punk, 'I Feel It Coming,' since its release, but I know it's in three digits.

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