I want the poppiest of your europop, the danciest of your eurodance, all your macarenas and your barbie girls. Take me around the world, fly me so high from Bosnia to Ecuador. Hit me with the bluest of your blues (the dabadee kind, not the Mississippi Delta sad loser shit). Give me the pumpiest of your jams and the fritziest of your tittiest.
Popcorn music is probably Romania’s biggest recent cultural export after depressing films that get nominated for the Palm d’Or.