![]() Now Labrinth needed a track. He consulted Emeli Sande, someone for whom “was sad” is a pointless descriptor, and it turned out she just happened to have some strings musting around. ![]() After a dreary afternoon bonding over Duke, MRA videos and lists of slang like “feels,” they’d written the topline. (Somehow.) Posner suggested innuendo, self-deprecating negging and a labored leer, like singing while simultaneously trying to huff the perfume out of a girl’s hair. So he consulted Mike Posner, whom he’d met through Cher Lloyd at a party so sketchy she’d never again put dub on the track, and asked his advice after all, “Cooler Than Me” got him laid. He’d known clubs, he thought, but he’d never known love. Heretofore to be known as Labrinthe Melisande…
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