Working Days is the perfect marriage between rock tradition and electronic potential, a song between the analogue and digital worlds, between pop and a hard place. And what is great about the song is that it takes the best elements of those sonic worlds to build something that will appeal to both camps.
Rockers will love the weight of the delivery, the cavernous riffs and the slashes of guitar that run through the song; those more allied to the dancefloor world will appreciate the natural groove and digital drives it runs on. It’s a song that would feel like the perfect anthem in both the rock clubs and the more broad-minded alternative dance scenes alike. Perfect.
But, no matter your sonic affiliations or musical tastes, everyone will get where this is coming from. The song is a cry for help, a plea and a rallying cry against the rigours and boredom of the rat race, the nine-to-five, the working world. And perhaps, if enough people got behind the song and what it means, maybe it would become the rabble-rousing, rallying cry for all of us disenchanted office workers and factory robots as we storm the barricades and bring about a brave and less laborious new world.
A bit much? Maybe, but a boy can dream, can’t he?