There are moments when melodies so infinitely, incomprehensibly sublime are married to lyrics of such incredible stupidity that you end up questioning your own sanity
Super Trouper reissue review on The Quietus
This article humorously gets across the internal struggle of listening to an ABBA record. On one side, there is this sublimely amazing pop music that you can enjoy on a simply “holy crap that’s catchy” level, or as deeply as a musicologist. But on the other hand, there’s this undeniable cheesiness that, without any posturing to be cool on your part, is just… just horrible.
