I think the most poignant tribute I’ve seen to the King of Pop in the six months since his death is this “Crank Dat” knock-off.
I mean, using the signature, universally-recognized components of Michael Jackson’s essence as a eulogy to the most popular one-man musical empire of all time as a medium to promulgate the sonic inhumanity that is the new sound of young America? That’s poetry, my friend.
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