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“I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.”
-Albert Camus, The Stranger
“There’s a tombstone right in front of you and everyone I know”
-Vampire Weekend, “Don’t Lie”
This article primarily exists to explore one of popular music’s most disturbing oxymorons. The moniker "indie-pop" speaks far more to the public consciousness than a literal reading of two impossibly ambiguous words shoved together. Sweet, earnest, cute, pretty, it’s music for modern teenagers to fall in love with. It may be a bit off-color, a bit off-key, but it never strays far from that pop anchor. It’s music to tap your foot to, music to smile to, music to feel good about. The question is, then, why is some of the most life-affirming, inspiring music so depressing in content. More specifically, why does indie pop seem so especially fixated on death.








