Something funny happened in 2010. Like fluoride (or something stronger…) in the water supply, nostalgia permeated the musical landscape. Maybe it’s because the first wave of babies from the 80s turned 30, and sought to fight back their impending mortality–incarnated in thinning hairlines and growing guts–with the power of synthesizers and straightforward pop phrasings. Maybe it’s because being in a recession is fucking terrible, and it’s more fun to dust off your disco jams than to think about it. Maybe our generation just isn’t that creative.