As is typical when you’re in the final throes of an unbelievably hectic final university term, replacing Topshop (read. Primark) sprees with hours spent in the library and nights out clutching a can of red bull to reading texts with a hot water bottle and pints of tea, much procrastination has occurred.
In this instance, it’s pretending that I do still have a semblance of a life beyond electronic journals and hassling people for books via the library catalogue. I’ve rounded up a few quality tunes which make me want to fling off my tatty dressing gown and slap on a few layers of warpaint before bodypopping like a fool all over somewhere with sticky floors. A girl’s got to get her kicks somewhere.
First up, British rapper Example with Won’t Go Quietly. I can only describe that my initial reaction upon hearing this was all to similar to when my eardrums were first confronted with the sheer europop genius of Infinity (Guru Josh Project). It may not be a saxophonic cheese fest but it’s loaded up on pumping beats, slightly sardonic rapping and an almost Eric Prydz tinge to it. It’s also jammed with continual climaxes that keep building to yet another slice of atmospheric, properly perfect, “modern pop’. So good I played it 15 times before breakfast.
Being a self confessed spotify addict, I can’t believe how late I’ve been in hearing about this next little gem. Sub Focus’s Could This Be Real. It’s like the 90s has been dug out of the compilation classics, dusted down and suited up in a natty little drum and bass, electro-y attire. It’s a winning combo on all fronts. There’s just something about those pounding keyboards smooshed in next to rub a dub dub bass. Lovely.
I’m not going to leave without a serious doseage of Stilton-esque cheese. NKOTB (to give them their grown up, “edgy” acroynm), rocked my socks off last year with their extremely polished production of their long-awaited (I’m serious) comeback album. Perhaps a summary of the greatest tracks on that album deserves another blog, but a lull in wikipedia trawling lead to the discovery of this opening track Click Click Click from the album, imaginatively titled The Block. It’s got dirty old American smoothie stamped all over it. Following the premise of a bloke taking pictures of his girlfriend getting ready, Donnie and co not only namedrop a whole host of camera manufacturers but pull some serious amazing shapes in the video shown below. This is an irresistible guilty pleasure that pumps with intrigue and drips with a sheen of sleaze.
© Miranda Thompson 2010
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Saturday 12 December 2009
Wednesday 2 December 2009
Bad Lad Beyonce: Welcome to the Gun Show
The latest in drop-dead-diva offerings has just pulled up on YouTube. The devilish combination of Beyonce and Lady (go away now) Gaga just conjures up images of sleek choreography, some mild soft porn-esque gyration with hawt backing dancers and a wardrobe of outfits your Blackpool transvestites would be gagging to get their paws on.
“Videophone” offers all that and more. A lot more. As if the outrageously sexual lyrics weren’t quite titillating enough – “What, you want me naked? If you liking this position you can tape it on your video phone” – Gaga and Beyonce send out a big, fat, friendly salute to the gun toting freaks crouching in America’s extremist corners by prancing around with a whole medley of different coloured plastic guns. And bows and arrows. And a man on a target pierced through with tens of arrows. Tastefully done girls.
At completely the opposite end of the spectrum, 50 Cent does his little best to put a domestic spin on the down and dirty world of hip hop and R’n’B Beyonce’s just trawled through the mud. OK, his new song may be suggesting you get sperminated by the man himself, but there’s minimal boob shots and no poledancing in his latest vid. Even Beyonce’s ex-Destiny’s band mate Kelly Rowland turns up in best babymama form.The highlight? Toddler triplets decked out in their best little woolly jumper combos.
One word. A-DORABLE.
If this is the future of hip hop, let’s hope its Fiddy who’s pushing the pram in a cleaner, and at very least gun free, direction rather than running off on Toys R Us sponsored gun spee. Bless his cotton socks.
© Miranda Thompson 2010
DISCLAIMER: The video links hosted on my blog are not being presented as my own. If you believe that the copyright in your work has been violated through this post, please contact me through the blog.
“Videophone” offers all that and more. A lot more. As if the outrageously sexual lyrics weren’t quite titillating enough – “What, you want me naked? If you liking this position you can tape it on your video phone” – Gaga and Beyonce send out a big, fat, friendly salute to the gun toting freaks crouching in America’s extremist corners by prancing around with a whole medley of different coloured plastic guns. And bows and arrows. And a man on a target pierced through with tens of arrows. Tastefully done girls.
At completely the opposite end of the spectrum, 50 Cent does his little best to put a domestic spin on the down and dirty world of hip hop and R’n’B Beyonce’s just trawled through the mud. OK, his new song may be suggesting you get sperminated by the man himself, but there’s minimal boob shots and no poledancing in his latest vid. Even Beyonce’s ex-Destiny’s band mate Kelly Rowland turns up in best babymama form.The highlight? Toddler triplets decked out in their best little woolly jumper combos.
One word. A-DORABLE.
If this is the future of hip hop, let’s hope its Fiddy who’s pushing the pram in a cleaner, and at very least gun free, direction rather than running off on Toys R Us sponsored gun spee. Bless his cotton socks.
© Miranda Thompson 2010
DISCLAIMER: The video links hosted on my blog are not being presented as my own. If you believe that the copyright in your work has been violated through this post, please contact me through the blog.
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