If you ever wondered what it might sound like to party under the northern lights while wrestling with existential desire, “Don’t Fall in Love” by Desperate Electric is probably close. Dangerously close. The album is a shimmering rollercoaster of want and woes—like sipping neon cocktails that buzz under your skin, knowing the hangover might hit harder than expected, but loving it anyway.
Kayti Korte’s smooth bass licks tease you along, while Ben Morris plays puppet master with a guitar and keys that flicker like fireflies you’ll never quite catch. You almost get away with it, but not quite. Temptation wins.
Thirteen songs of reckless chase, caution drops. The album dances at the intersection where 80’s disco-legged flashbacks meet starship R&B, but grounding it all is a deep tension—desire pulling you in one direction, self-awareness clawing back the other.
But listen, Korte and Morris know the game; they’ve been here before—they cannot merely escape it, so they innovate inside it. Are those vocal harmonies? No, they feel more like verbal embraces, or even traps, as Korte and Morris navigate this sonic flirtation in a way that almost feels dangerous.
Thematically, we are somewhere between a Nicholas Sparks storyline and a sci-fi fever dream. The album unpacks the human relationship experience but leaves room for kaleidoscopic interpretation. Desire is front-and-center, as pressing as an ignored text alert, but stretching into deeper contemplation of identity shaped through desire.
You constantly want, but does wanting undo you? That’s a theme threaded through the beats, through the throbbing synth—it’s also dangerously more enjoyable than introspection should allow.
It’s impossible not to feel caught. “Don’t Fall in Love” builds its own metaphysical night club where dancing means rethinking your choices as strobe lights blind your doubts.
So, fall in love… or don’t. Just be prepared for the ride
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