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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