5 Reasons why Heads Will Roll is Genius. a) Karen O's voice moves past what female work has been allowed in the past. (part rock screamer, part abstracted noise machine, with capabilities of the etheral when needed) b) Nick Zinn's guitar work is processed, noisy, atonal, but muscular. The intellect, and the body t hat combine in making his sounds make him the first new noise coming out the instrument in decades. c) the video is historically minded, acknowledges pop and kitsch, is visually stunning, and is v. funny. It works towards being of that LES art thing, without being irritating at all. (in fact her whole visual package, could be as artifice ridden and aggravating as the gaga, but it isn't...like Bowie ca Aladdin Sane, they realise that no matter how good the music is, people need things to look at. ) d) The synths, the drum fills. e) The band knows how to construct hooks, how to make pop songs, in and out in under 4 minutes. As Animal Collective or Grizzy Bear have proven, this task is difficult. f) I love the line, Glitter over wet streets, silver over everything, the rivers all wet, yr all Chrome. I am in favour of Glitter. g) Indie you can dance too (i mean genuine, full body, hip shaking, head banging, shoulder thrusting DANCE, and that she knows that, that she commands us to dance until we are dead, always love a good carpe diem message) h) that in the middle of all of this corpereal pleasure, there is something menacing, and the menace is part of the text, but does not overwhelm. (i.e. the song could fall apart as some easily digested cautionary tale and it doesn't, it integrates seemingly contradictory messages and intentions) i) that i have heard this for 6 weeks now, and i have conversations about this, and i settle out this must mean something, about why this is a work of genius, and i could go through it, make a list like this, and here i have (this is much too long to be posted, but every new listening, every new replay on the old youtube, i hear something else, i hear something that i am too stupid or too deaf to articulate.) (Like all great works of art, and few great works of pop, it fulfills Browning's maxim: "Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?”" Single of the Year. Single of the motherfucking decade.