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EDITORS’ NOTES

Jack Antonoff’s Bleachers project nails a particularly triumphant strain of ’80s synth-pop. Soaring, passionate, and bursting with optimism, “Don’t Take the Money” is a tribute to the power of intuition, to turning your back on what feels easy (“the money”) in favor of what feels right. “Your hand forever’s all I want,” Antonoff pleads on the chorus, drums booming behind him and synths strobing like neon lights. “Don’t take the money/Don’t take the money.”

EDITORS’ NOTES

Jack Antonoff’s Bleachers project nails a particularly triumphant strain of ’80s synth-pop. Soaring, passionate, and bursting with optimism, “Don’t Take the Money” is a tribute to the power of intuition, to turning your back on what feels easy (“the money”) in favor of what feels right. “Your hand forever’s all I want,” Antonoff pleads on the chorus, drums booming behind him and synths strobing like neon lights. “Don’t take the money/Don’t take the money.”

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