The song retains a certain retro pastiche throughout its four-minute duration, but with splashes of sampled trick cyclist dude dialog and interviews popping up here and there that create an absurd and almost surreal vibe. And oh, is it danceable. Sounding like it was assembled from trash records you would find in the dollar bins and yard sales across the country and then streamlined into high-end laptops and digital recorders, “Lindsay Brohan” plays out like some kind of lo-fi disco artifact, an unearthed pop jam for suburban garage dance parties. It swings. It moves. It’s got gusto. And it’s one of the catchiest things I’ve ever heard.
This song has been stuck in my head for the last fifteen years.
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