One motto of art is “What’s new here?”, right?
Therefore my inner dial is the “Eyebrow Criteria” – one has to move up.
Like : “What??!”
Thus today I gathered some sick pop songs.
If the verses sounds minimalistic plastic “I make you wait”, the choruses lift you up dangerously in uncertain harmonies. Don’t be sick.
This one is pleasantly teetering, right? Your ears warn your brain : there’s a mistake! There ARE mistakes! But… Errr… these ears of yours also say : I feel pleasure. Mmmh. Maybe. When it climbs?
I opened a community about dissonant pop in G+ :