Apropos of nothing, I'd like to share with you an example of exquisite pop-music: Iron by Woodkid, stage-name of Yoann Lemoine, previously known for his career as a video director.
Although I firmly believe music must speak for itself, I found myself equally enthralled by the epic video for this song. Sit back, put the video on full-screen, the volume up and let it all wash over you. A world in which such epic beauty is made cannot be beyond redemption, can it?
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