Tuesday, 7 October 2008
Take It To The Chorus is away
Attention puhleez! I am currently in London, and unable to blog due to lack of internet access. But I am thinking of you. I promise. xx
Friday, 3 October 2008
The Ting Tings tackle America
Leona Lewis is not the only pop star to be affected by a Hollywoodisation... now it's happening to the Ting Tings. Let's take a look at their latest video, Be The One. Remember when they used to be raw and made videos that were perfect for MTV2 and YouTube? Not any more. They're reaching out to the glossy, American market.
We open with Katie, Ting Tings singer and indie pin-up, waking up on a hospital bed. But Katie has no concern for her mysterious health problem, and pulls an Uma Thurman. It's like Kill Bill.
Meanwhile, Johnny Weirdo-Eyes is playing a gig in a toilet venue to a disinterested audience of two. I know he's not really called Johnny Weirdo-Eyes, but do you have any other explanation for why he's always wearing sunglasses?
But this cannot be! The Ting Tings must be reunited. And so Katie sneaks from the hospital in search of her chum. She's apparently unconcerned about going incognito, because she's wearing a very nice bright red coat. Also, she's apparently unconcerned that two men are following her with a large projector screen.
Johnny Weirdo-Eyes leaves his own gig with two ladies in tow. But he doesn't care about these two lovelies in fishnets, he's searching for Katie.
And while Katie is searching for Johnny, she is accosted by a beefcake. You don't get men like that around Salford Mill.
Finally, out duo are reunited. In another scene reminiscent of Kill Bill, they drive away together. Indie music is saved!
Except they're not really driving, it's just those men with the projector screen again.
I like the Ting Tings, really I do. But I want them to look like they shop in Afflecks. I don't want Katie's face to become suspiciously glossy, like a foundation advert. I don't want them to have a bland American make-over. Just look at what happened to Kath and Kim.
We open with Katie, Ting Tings singer and indie pin-up, waking up on a hospital bed. But Katie has no concern for her mysterious health problem, and pulls an Uma Thurman. It's like Kill Bill.
Meanwhile, Johnny Weirdo-Eyes is playing a gig in a toilet venue to a disinterested audience of two. I know he's not really called Johnny Weirdo-Eyes, but do you have any other explanation for why he's always wearing sunglasses?
But this cannot be! The Ting Tings must be reunited. And so Katie sneaks from the hospital in search of her chum. She's apparently unconcerned about going incognito, because she's wearing a very nice bright red coat. Also, she's apparently unconcerned that two men are following her with a large projector screen.
Johnny Weirdo-Eyes leaves his own gig with two ladies in tow. But he doesn't care about these two lovelies in fishnets, he's searching for Katie.
And while Katie is searching for Johnny, she is accosted by a beefcake. You don't get men like that around Salford Mill.
Finally, out duo are reunited. In another scene reminiscent of Kill Bill, they drive away together. Indie music is saved!
Except they're not really driving, it's just those men with the projector screen again.
I like the Ting Tings, really I do. But I want them to look like they shop in Afflecks. I don't want Katie's face to become suspiciously glossy, like a foundation advert. I don't want them to have a bland American make-over. Just look at what happened to Kath and Kim.
Thursday, 2 October 2008
Current obsession: Lady GaGa
I've tried keeping this to myself, but I really have to tell you that I think Lady GaGa is rather good. I've been reluctant to share on this one because she has enough self-created blog buzz. And she made a guest appearance on 'The Hills', which makes me go 'ewwww!'.
But Let's Dance is a brilliant pop song. There's something that elevates her above the usual pop moppet (poppet?). She's Williamsburg without being a Williamsjerk. She's an Italian-American girl, and is therefore the new Madonna. Plus she looks like an escapee from a Stanley Kubrick film.
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