Did Dreampop Survive?

This was a few months ago.  I was playing the latest SSX game with a friend of mine.  And by that I mean I was chilling on the couch nearby doing something more rewarding than playing SSX (I'm sorry, it's a good game, I'm just really not a sports-game guy) while he played SSX.  It was the newest one, with some hundred levels and crazy customization.

One of the most expansive games we have is a cot-damn snowboarding game.  No, there's no joke here.  Just me pointing that out.

Anyways, one of the many awesome things about the latest SSX (hey, it's pretty great, just ain't my thang) is the soundtrack.  For the most part, it's a lot of random electro, but it's good random electro that you probably haven't heard before.  "Young Blood" by The Naked and Famous comes on.  I don't remember the exact exchange that followed, but the gist is, I was like "I forking lurve this song" cuz holy shit do I love that song.  He was all "Ya dood ah lub this style" and called it dreampop.  Then I was like "wut da fook dis isn't dreampop dreampop was like back in the 90s and dosnt exist anymor waz stuff like Smashing Pumpkins early stuff, Blue Djinn, My Bloody Valentine" and I realized I really didn't know many dreampop bands because it never quite broke into the mainstream.  Shit, I'd barely call any Pumpkins dreampop, but it's one of the closest damn things I can think of.

That got me thinking: what the fuck else do you call bands like The Naked and Famous?  I've heard them labeled as post-punk (fuck that "revival" noise) a couple times, but...  I dunno, what's a wittier way of saying "nah"?  I've always thought of post-punk as being more guitar-driven, and when it comes to bands like The Naked and Famous, the xx, The Temper Trap, that's not really what I think of.

So I've been wondering: if even weirder, more niche things like dreampop and post-punk can burst out of their graves and shamble their way into what little alternative radio exists, what else might we see a resurgence of?

FUCK ARGH BLAH

You heard me.  Fuck argh blah.  I said it and what are you gonna do about it.

So yeah.  Argh.  I forgot the tradition I'd so recently tried to start: One-Hit Wonder Wednesday.  Something so so simple: find a 90s one-hit wonder.  Ramble about it.  Post.  And somehow I managed to fail.  So instead, we're gonna have us a grand ol' One Hit Wonder Saturday.  Wow, that is depressingly uncatchy.

Speaking of depressing!  This here's a one-hit wonder I just recently discovered.  Or re-discovered, maybe. I feel like it's one of those songs that's just kinda there in your head from the get-go.  Like a latent gene for heart disease.  Seems kind of unfair to compare this song to heart disease; I actually quite like it (as much as it bleeds 90s post-grunge).  Jesus, I can't even say I like something without sounding like a twat.  I was in a car this evening, going to my friend's show, and this was on Q101, ahem, 'scuse me, Q87.7.  He claimed to recognize it, we tried to figure it out for a minute, eventually gave up somewhere between The Calling and Matchbox 20.  I marked the time and despite getting a reasonable buzz on and not having access to a computer for seven more hours (yeah I'm one of those rare non-smartphone-owning troglodytes), I managed to remember and look it up.  I didn't even have to write it down.  And that's the most impressive thing I've accomplished all week.

For those of you hankering for your latest fix of mood-rock, full of the pitfalls of youth and suicides and abortion and all that good stuff, ya came to the right place!

Forgive his hair.  Jesus does.  Actually, he probably doesn't.  Forgive it anyway.  Someone has to.