Sagan – We Are Lost
We Are Lost by Sagan
I don’t know about all of you, but I feel like we’ve all gotten to know each other a little better over the past few weeks. From the “wtf is a Tuesday” conundrum and Friyayyys to “Smogs, we #didntask” sermons and referring to myself as “Smogs,” it’s been a whirlwind romance.
I am proudly ashamed to admit that my absence so far this week has been due to a wicked Super Bowl hangover. Back in my glory days, I would have been good as new with a coffee and some bacon and eggs (and waffles. And sausages. Also French toast), ready to take on all the noises and lights the world threw my way. Not so much these days, which is why I was so fired up when I heard this — I jumped up like a cat who just saw a cucumber and said to myself, “Smogs, stop being man-child right now. You have a beard. It is selfish for you not to share this with your other struggling brethren.”
We Are Lost by Sagan (aka Yaroslav Sagan) goes HARD, and has one of my favorite components of any song: a fiery speech or sermon. And the up-and-comer from Kiev does not disappoint, kicking off with a robotic-sounding female preaching (think TD Jakes in “Rejoice” by Steve Angello but in a Moulin Rogue/Cabaret style) over synthy, electric-guitar chords and a keyboard progression and percussion soon after. He continues to expand the beat, allowing the energy of the track to grow and grow and grow; it feels like when you’re at a sporting event, and the crowd is really into a song, and everyone becomes a part of this stadium-like frenzy that crescendos…(in this case) with a filthy, electronic drop, complete with hi-lo synths and wicked twists and twangs. The combination of this stadium-frenzy energy and the where-did-this-come-from drop make this track stronger than a double shot of espresso. So, like I said, if you’re still struggling with that Super Bowl hangover, give your coffee a hand by throwing this on.