Let’s Dance with Queen Anne: A Velvet Slow Burn

Slowing Down the Groove: Bowie in a New Light

If you thought Bowie’s Let’s Dance was sacred ground, too radiant and rhythmic to ever be slowed down and messed with – well, you’re probably not Queen Anne. Thank God. Because this version of Let’s Dance it’s a whole different beast. It’s not a rework, not a remix – more like the ghost of the original, dragging itself through velvet curtains and dim corridors where the disco ball stopped spinning a long time ago.

Queen Anne, the American indie-pop duo composed of Katie Silverman and Sandy Chila, have taken Bowie’s glammed-out 1983 floor-filler and, instead of turning up the volume, they’ve drowned it in a cocktail of smoke, irony, and late-night existential dread. The drums don’t push forward, instead, you kinda float. Meanwhile, the guitars drift in like echoes from a dream, hollowed out and haunted. And Silverman? She’s definitely not here to seduce you onto the dance floor. Rather, she’s sizing you up under a flickering light, daring you to move.

Smoke, Static, and Silverman’s Spell

Where the original screamed color and motion, this version tiptoes in like a secret. It’s moody, introspective, and – let’s be honest – kinda intoxicating. It feels like the morning after the dance, when your shoes are off, your thoughts are on fire, and you’re not sure if you’re in love or just dehydrated. That liminal space? Queen Anne sets up camp there.

Silverman’s vocals are a cocktail of detachment and confession, swirling with dry wit and cigarette haze. The band’s usual post-modern pulse hums underneath – Synths that hover just outside your focus, pulling the track inward instead of pushing it out. The beats have edges – like someone made choices, not loops. It’s Bowie through a lens of black lace and TV static.

When Irony Meets Intimacy: The Queen Anne Touch

And just in case you thought they took themselves too seriously – think again. The quote on their song Real Enough reads like a ransom note from a smartass philosopher. “If this feels personal,” they say, “call +1 (800) REFERENCE.” Yeah. That’s the vibe.

In short: Queen Anne hijacked Let’s Dance, dressed it in noir, and lit a slow-burning match. And if Bowie’s up there watching, I’d bet he’s raising a glass. Probably something strong. Queen Anne’s already in your head – might as well follow them: Facebook, Instagram, X, Spotify.