the encroaching ravages of age invariably makes me more and more out of touch with the youth of today. thusly, i present my feeble attempts to stay culturally in the know.
the cribs - men's needs:
i attempted to listen to their other songs, and briefly skimmed the pitchfork review. meh. i'm not sure why i like this song, but i think the bass line sort of reminds me of severin's upside down ( i dunno why, as i haven't had a record player in a year and have no idea what the song sounds like any more, even though i probably wore out the groove on that side of the 7"). also, the vocals are sort of okay. the video is dumb and a little gross. the naked girl makes me think of the episode of the two coreys i watched the other day, where feldman's wife had some peta honcho over for dinner and she had red hair and kind of looked like this girl we'd see at fuzz club sometimes? i'm stupid. moving on...
i like trashy dance music that reeks of youthful twenty-somethings coked up and revamping 80's outfits, sweating to the future's oldies with $7 drinks clutched in the air while the cd dj "spins" his tunes. it follows that last year's mstrkrft street justice was a hit on my headphones, and that i am newly enamored of justice. you can wikipedia that shit, or you can suffer through a banal three-part swedish documentary in french with swedish subtitles and english with french subtitles or something, where anyone under the age of twenty-five thinks the paris club style sprang artemis-like from i dunno, the god of techno's head or something. whatever. *eyerolls*
if you get far enough, there's an interview with uffie, who is basically some sort of rich dumb party girl.
i got nothing. critique be damned, i'm going to get drunk and put on my dancing shoes.
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