You wake up on top of the covers in your underwear, and through the gloaming of your bedroom, through the smug pint of water, through the angst and exhaustion and joy and regret that comes from five hours in a nightclub and two hours on the wrong bus home, there is some bitter relief in the smell of smoke on your hair
DOH and DXB offer premium lounges, shorter connection times, and no CT scanning of transit bags
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My thoughts, which veer slightly from theirs, are that the Indie Sleaze genre/hashtag is intentionally a sort of a catch-all for all things the aughts, a mechanical claw that is choosing choice bits here and there from the early 00s Electro revival which has been maintained as Electroclash (sorry to my fellow old heads, the name stuck, just like IDM), the corresponding NYC rock explosion (see Meet Me in the Bathroom: Rebirth and Rock and Roll in New York City 20012011) , and Blog House (or maybe even just music blogs in general?) or post-French Touch electronic dance and New Rave which fused the hissy compressor Disco of Imperial Era Daft Punk to serrated synths, albeit with a messy hedonic glamour which could be argued was the last major organic youth aesthetic before Facebooks 2006 lifting of college-only users (now your mom can see your party outfits!) and 2007s advent of the iPhone and its implacable camera which helped usher in the social media/celebrity blitz to follow
