A few lines from this excellent review of Daft Punk’s Random Access Memories by Jeff Goodwin.
Random Access Memories is an anti-anachronism — a record so indebted to and reverent of the past, that even its existence today feels like an aberration. It is Daft Punk’s crowning achievement and the record their career will come to be defined by, which is astonishing considering how crucial albums like Homework andDiscovery were for demolishing the boundaries between pop and rock music.
In a genre defined by cut, copy, and paste aesthetics,Random Access Memories is Daft Punk’s hand written love letter to dance music, gorgeously penned in a sprawling sonic cursive. It nimbly hop-scotches through forty years of history, connecting the squares of electro pop, funk, disco, Philly soul, house, and techno into one dazzling, modern compendium.
Random Access Memories follows the path of dance music’s evolution as it extends both outward and back upon itself in wide looping spiral, from Giorgio Moroder to Donna Summer to Chic to David Bowie to the Cars to the Strokes to Phoenix to Daft Punk and all the way back again to Moroder
It’s as if Bangalter and De Homem-Christo are extending their octopus arms out toward all the genres from which they’ve sprung (disco, funk, house, etc.) and have in some part stemmed from them (indie electro, chillwave, microhouse, etc.) and are gathering them back into one rich, kaleidoscopic center — themselves. It’s a monumental act of confidence that requires more devotion and ingenuity than ordinary men/robots can muster.