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Welcome to the summer of love
SO iconic and artistic and flawless.
Oh I heard about Eurovision! She's/They're (?) perfect for Eurovision, I hope she does/they do well.
I really hope she can make a comeback. She slayed with the Evacuate the Dancefloor era but then it all kinda tailed off and now she's local to Germany again.
She just needs the exposure, her sound is as good as it's always been.
This, folks, is what we call a last-minute addition to the pack.
I don't even have a sarcastic/flamebait write-up for it. What kind of **** can I make up on the spot? Well, they SHOULD have made it big in the UK. It's a total baffle as to how they haven't gotten that Top 20 hit when they're the best pop duo thingey since Mini Viva. I miss Mini Vulva. They're so much better than EVERYTHING in 2012.
I’m not going to include Call Me Maybe in this list. Sorry, I’m just not. I was a bit let down by the Kiss album. Carly Rae had the chance to give us a kitschy, ditzy time machine into early 2000s bubblegum pop, the stuff you kinda crave for after the latest bit of Flo Rida noise. This Kiss, for all its charting failures, gives us the sufficient level of kitsch and the sufficient level of bubblegum. Not so much bubblegum that it gets stuck in all your hair and you’ve got a bad time trying to get rid of it, but enough so you can blow a bubble and…(I don’t know where this analogy goes). Anyway, Carly has nice hair in the video, so even if we never hear from the one-hit wonder bint again, we can remember her nice shiny bubblegum-free hair.
KYLIE. I am a pop phagg from the UK in his 20s. As you might expect, Kylie is RELIGION to me. She is not allowed to let me down, and basically she never does. This song was meant to be kinda like her ‘preening oneself’ song. Like when a dog licks its balls when its relaxed, safe and wants to clean up to attract the attentions of others? This is Kylie’s licking her balls song. Timebomb’s a straight forward cracker. It might not carry with it the memorability of her true classics, but it’s still a pretty decent effort from someone who’s like 170 years old. Serviceable, passable, tolerable…but still flashes of Kylie at her poppy best.
Belly goes country? Who would have thunk? With every respect, this deserved to be a bit ****. But it’s…not. It’s the 80s transported straight to now. As soon as the song begins, you’re flung straight into an idyllic farmyard scene. Cows are eating grass, pigs are rolling in mud, Xtina is still flopping with Lotus. It all feels so genuine and picturesque. This is the woman we normally associate with hurling her guts out over a Dr Luke-a-stomper. It makes for a nice change of pace.
Alexandra….Alexandra. What do we do with you now? Not to get TOO Tyra, but we *were* all rooting for you. Electro-pop album in electro-pop landscape seemed like a perfectly safe combination. But like Cascada before her, ‘Lexie is a victim to her own tack. The material transcends so far into the cheesiness that anyone who isn’t a popper-sniffing bottom-taking phagg is left in a pile of confused dust. I overdramatise of course (I really don’t), but…well. 600 copies speaks for itself, I suppose. Try harder next time, Burke. As for Fire…well, how can you not resist 3, 4, 5 ALARM…3, 4, 5 ALARM….on what level at all do those lyrics make any kind of sense? It’s magnificent.
Not to sound too many pop sirens on here, but I am quite the rock connoisseur alongside my pop tastebuds. It’s a product of my youth. I used to be –that- guy that waddled around the playground with the Slipknot hoodie and the hair covering my face. They were darker times. The music was good…the appearance…not so much. But a few bands from those halcyon days have stood the test of time. Here’s one- All Time Low. A band that take just a little bit of influence from the pop-punk forefathers Blink 182, they mix intelligent lyrics with catchy as hell hooks and stadium-sized choruses. I’d say the album Don’t Panic is one of my faves of the year…and I reckon this is the best song from it.
Queen of Bubbling Under, it’s Kelis! This woman is the true chameleon of pop. She’s tackled every genre, and came out with brilliance. She’s never been victim to mediocrity, complacency or unfortunately, a true dominance. She’s been staunch and everlasting, a constant bridesmaid to the bride of pop. And what can we say about Distance? It’s never really actually seen the brightness of day. It was ‘released’ in quite bizarre circumstances-a low-quality leak on a pirate radio station. Not exactly “premiered on the Grammys with major radio airplay deal” type stuff. And the song itself…there’s no mega-stomp chorus, no ass-shaking breakdown….it’s just got its own air of extraordinariness. It feels almost…transcendental in its release. No awareness paid to what’s ‘hot’ in the scene, no awareness to commercial demand, no awareness to how the puffed-up ATRL critic might take it. It operates in its own musical vacuum. And for that…applause.
this is hilarious, omg. highly entertaining.
and what, All Time Low here? Somewhere in Neverland is definitely the best song on Don't Panic and probably the best song they've released in a long time.