I almost didn’t write about this Major Lazer song and video because I’m not totally confident that my limited vocabulary can fully articulate just how loose and elated and intoxicated and compelled to drink rum and grind against someone’s leg I feel when I listen to this song. Like the only true way to wholly express the erotic and exotic joy this video gives me is to do a dance about it. The kind of inappropriate-bordering-on-vulgar dance that uses every inch of my body and requires my ass to be a mere few centimeters off the floor, and also that causes beads of sweat to drip down between my bronzed, Banana Boat-soaked breasts and accumulate in a glistening teal-blue puddle, one that is magically filled with pearls and starfish and sand dollars. What? I don’t fucking know. Hold my hand and don’t let go of it and let’s get lost in this noisy, trash-filled zoo together, because maybe (just maybe?) it’s not as complicated as we make it up to be, and we should just get loose and low and free.
Basically, I know this is the [BEST VIDEO EVER] because when I watch it I am washed over by a giant foaming tidal wave with the scent of salt and skin and sweat and tanning oil and the primal desire for human interaction, and I want to ride it all the way to the shore like I’m on a custom-built wood surf board. It makes me want to go find some hole in the wall bar that is too hot and too crowded and too dark and the drinks are too strong and only cost two dollars, and lock eyes with some smiling stranger to rub up on; our shoulders slipping and sliding and sticking from the humidity, but also because we’re literally melting into one indistinguishable entity. A flexible, color-changing, vibrating, tube-top wearing mass that moves in unison, and whose energy is derived from heaving chests and mini-dresses and city lights and hearty laughter and fresh mango and car horns and, most of all, the music, that is sometimes on the radio and always, unexpectedly, in everything.
Watch the video below: