Song Series

[Tribute] Iridescence

All the knowns are blooming, flourishing, glowing colors - radiant, pervasive, mesmerising. Clinging to the world of the unknowns, let us stop and look back on the tree of the colors. It has definitely come a long way, from the minute, monochromatic roots to behemoth, variegated branches. Were the unknowns forgetted, would these colors gleam like they are today? Were the roots negligible, would the branches be worthy of remembrance? From time to time, we witness mere superficiality, praising for only its outer comeliness. Iridescence, nonetheless, derives its vigor from inner beauty, stretching bits of its flowing attar, bifurcating, bursting its True Colors.

If it ever happens to you as it has happened in the aforementioned words, that once you hold still for a second, you realise how great your past has been to you, then you are not alone, for keeps; as for Zedd, it is no exception. In concomitant with his surged success Clarity, Zedd has never discontinued his efforts, striving to be a perfected producer. Without fail, his albums, a concatenation of cheerful upbeats of life melodically put into songs, wholeheartedly convey his ideas of life being a process of growing, in which originality is instrumental, and passionately express viewpoints of infatuation. Love and logic, seemingly uncrossing parallel lines, converge onto this albums, creating nonsensical, yet realistic, beauty.

The album starts off with nostalgia - everyone's beautiful past. Addicted to a Memory tells us a story of the pinnacle of love, when all things are beautiful, despite lack of almost everything. Their love is like a Parabola line - it reaches the climax with pride, and fall downhill at an aggravating speed. Wherever they go, they see themselves back in the mirror, soaring heights, plumbing depths, just like the immaculate symmetry of the given equation. They were thrown mercilessly to such an admirable height, yet they are unable to sustain the acceleration as they hold on to their beautiful memories. Trapped, they fall, grabbing tight their memories in their hearts, unwilling to part with them.

The heavy beating track is followed by a more mainstreamed song of I Want You To Know. Though mainly aimed at wide audience, the songs inadvertently engage fanatical listeners with the sound of strident beatdrops. The flow then moves on to the famously hoped-for song of spotaneity, Beautiful Now. Needless to reiterate, its agglomeration of profundity and permeation in vocal projection, congregation of feelings and outburts of joy makes the song one of the precious highlights of the album. The song accentuates the meaning of youth: wild, free, fugitive, yet beautiful.

Transmission proves no better than a friendly reminder of how Zedd works his magical talent through both lyrics and soundtrack. The main theme is restated: Cause you're never too young, never too young to die. Though vocal projection is subparallel to the use of sharp-edged beats, both of the aforementioned factor stands out in Done With Love. The songs evokes in listeners a powerfully engaging sense of courteous accusation, of flattering blame, and of merciful infatuation. As the lovelorn sings his heart out, cause all I ever really wanted in this short life was you, he leaves no stone unturned in his attempt to savior his lover from her bequeathed sexual interest. Promising an auspicious day of her jettisoning the feeling of insecurity and acquiescence, he repeats after himself, as if he would be in her shoes should she discard his proposal. The song stands in sympathy with the rest of the album, specifically remarkable for its passion in concordance with its punky synchronisation.

The titular song is rather contrary to the prevalence of electronic dance in other songs, yet it is still capable of presenting itself as a material of great decency. True Colors depicts a quotidian scenario of an entity yearning to have his dreams realised, but on the other hand, fearing of its untimely collapse. Even though things have never been immaculate, a man's passion is a passion to be fulfilled, the fire of which shall burn before life pours down heavily on it. A man awaiting his recognition, striving to earn his spot is a man of his word.

Straight Into The Fire is, at first glance, a sheer mundane encouraging song that radios never lack of. Putting aside this insipidity of lyrical content, it is admittedly endowed with the brilliant vocal of Julia Michaels, a young singer who perfectly fits her feelings just a year ago into the words of the song. Papercut also paves way for the exciting gentility of Zedd's songs, which is indeed accompanied by the rising Troye Sivan's soothing vocal, to flow harmoniously into the listeners' head.

The love story of True Colors pre-conclude with a light touch of Daisy as a innocent girl taking the simulacrum of the heart-warming flower to touch upon her discovery of love while growing into adolescence. Let me show you how a kiss should taste - such innocuous, heartfelt confessions of the singer telling the significant other to cling to her for support from all his debacles in his life.

Seemingly deviating from the unanimous contradistinct pounding of electronic music, the album closes with an unrecognisedly differed track called Illusion. Suggested by its title, the song is a gloomy epiphany of a bereft-of lady in front of all those who fail her and who she fails. The lady wants a break from this broken fantasy, slowly receding and floating into the unconscious world where she can safely be protected from the harshness of reality. It is somehow a prelude to the aforementioned song when a man buoys his crush from the cliff of illusory detachment with affection. All in all, is the album a shambles of displaced tracks, or the ecstasy we are indulged in an illusion itself?

The twenty-first century stands to observe the enthralling breakthrough of the new genre so-called EDM. Although it can be detrimental to human recognition or health, which most genres inadvertently lead to, turning a deaf ear to such a brilliant way of joy, you may have missed a part of this wonderful world. True Colors by Zedd tells us not only a comparatively good story, but also awakes the dead minds which still are ignorant about EDM, intentionally or not.