The title alone got me. There’s no Planet B, that’s the whole point, and somehow Energy Whores turned climate dread into something I actually want on my playlist.
The duo behind this is Carrie Schoenfeld and a producer who goes by Grant, and the song splits the difference between their styles. The synths shimmer and pulse like you’re floating through space, then the lyrics keep yanking you back down to Earth. That back and forth is what makes it work.
What I like most is that it doesn’t sit there and wallow. So many climate songs go straight for apocalypse imagery and stay parked on it. This one has groove and the rhythm section keeps things moving even when the words get heavy, so it never turns into a lecture. A couple of the transitions feel a little abrupt on first listen, not gonna lie. But the production is full enough that I didn’t mind hitting replay to catch what I missed the first time. This is one of those tracks that grows on you by the third listen, once the hook settles in.
It’s a song about denial and responsibility dressed up as a dance track, and that combo shouldn’t work as well as it does. If electronic music with some teeth and an actual point of view sounds like your thing, give this a spin.
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