Good old Kevin Barnes, prancing around in his grandma’s clothes, singing to his love: “You’re the only one who’s worthy of my concentration.”
Barnes said it’s “a song about panic, fear, insecurity, misanthropy, self-loathing, vanity, lustfulness, arrogance and um…loving compassion. It is an anthem for the post-Obama era, an age where spurious hope has been replaced with a hatewave of pharmaceutically diminished internet neo-realism.”
Which, of course, is a perfect subject for a disco song. Why not?