When Random Access Memories extensive publicity campaign featured tantalizing clips of a new single, “Get Lucky,” their fan base exploded. But when the album finally arrived, that hugely hyped single was buried far down its track list, emphasizing that most of these songs are very much not like “Get Lucky” – or a lot of the pair’s previous music, at least on the surface. The album isn’t much like 2010s EDM, either. Instead, Daft Punk separate themselves from most contemporary electronic music and how it’s made, enlisting some of their biggest influences to help them get the sounds they needed without samples.
It’s the kind of grand, album rock statement that listeners of the ’70s and ’80s would have spent weeks or months dissecting and absorbing – the ambition of Steely Dan, Alan Parsons, and Pink Floyd are as vital to the album as any of the duo’s collaborators. For the casual Daft Punk fan, this album might be harder to love than “Get Lucky” hinted; it might be too nostalgic, too overblown, a shirking of the group’s duty to rescue dance music from the Young Turks who cropped up in their absence. But Random Access Memories is also Daft Punk’s most personal work, and richly rewarding for listeners willing to spend time with it.