ke$ha

...what's going on in pop land these days?, the ugly noise mongers and 'hipster' alternate avant rockers are just going in a nowhere direction floundering about in the ghettos of their own making, metal thrashers and punk detritus are constantly upping the volume whilst diluting the content, yet bubblegum popettes are rocking the house with vengeance...LadyGaga is playing the game by her rules and seems to be winning on her own terms, all the naysayers being proved idiotically muddle headed when it comes to the records, Gagas mature bubble pop is streets ahead of any rivals parading in the myriad of offshoots that make up the modern entertainment industry, be it Merzbow or Hannah Montana, with all shades in between, Gaga is knocking back the boundaries of 21ST CENTURY pop philosophy by upsetting the status quo through thinly disguised mimicking of the hyper reality thrown down by TEEVEEland, whilst at the same time being wooed by the very people she aims her Ziggy ray at, the paparazzi and the consumers who all need a daily dose of Gagaism at the moment...so if Gaga is the re-manifestation of Ziggy as 'the Lady Sane' then Ke$ha is overspill from Rodneys English Disco, a slutty waif with the heart of tarnished gold rolling drunk on a suburban Sunset Strip and loving the fleeting moment, sneering gutter mouth poems of messed up teenage normality, stoned in the noonday glare of last nights hangover Ke$ha oozes and moans the trivialities of youth in despair, youth caught in the collapse of yet another capitalist dream, trapped in the new depression that surely looms large for all and sundry of the western world...Ke$has 'so what' sneer is couched in a tired reservedness, she's resigned to the dual realities of the outlaw rock'n'roll life, the 'life' that only exists in the fans dream, her 'outlaw life' gets her thrown out of Paris Hiltons party, prompting media speculation about Hiltons stamina in the fast lane of Papsville, and breaking into Princes house to deliver a CD demo to his Purpleness, hence giving the diminutive one a name check in the new pop, a modern pop that is an engaging jolt of Radio Disney playing out the radiation burn of Radio Clash from three decades ago, a throw down of Zappa / Dead Kennedys / Shangri-Las mixed and filtered over a Bambaataa electro explosion, a psychedelic aural strobe light firing disco mirror ball shards of white light into the inner minds of teenage trash locked away in squaresville who desire a way out from endless parental pressure to do good in an ever contracting overcrowded marketplace...again as with Gaga the naysayers and liberal pop pundits have entered the media fray hoping to get noticed as thinkers with accusations that she has to use 'auto tune' to get the voice right, but this is neglecting the fact that it's the whole effect of the sound that's important, not individual aspects, if filtering gives the right vehicle for the sneer, then filter away, who cares, the fans sure don't...Rock snobs are bleating that the lyrics are banal but when 'awop bop a loobop' and 'surfing bird' are the beginning and end of rock poetics it's hard to see the critics stand point if they are true to themselves (pigs are flying tonight), but the truth is the New York Dolls wished they'd come up with this wordy trash and that's about as accurate a statement as can be read at this moment...recommended to all who ride the bus to the strange parts of town after dark looking for the excitement dished out by this aural injection of crack cocaine, happiness in three minute doses...

8 comments:

  1. hello there your site looks great any chance of getting a reupp from your previous sites
    of 50 foot hose sing like a scoffold i would much appreciate it thanks

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  2. that will have to be re-ripped as its not on the hard drive anymore, stay tuned...

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  3. Dear SS:

    Glad that you've survived another move. Here's a link to the Raccoon label (Youngbloods) lp that I'd promised long ago. Found a copy, then cleaned it up in ProTools, did the same for cover art in Photoshop;
    http://rapidshare.com/files/400508358/Crbtns_Nggns.zip.html
    This represents either an ultra-rare slice of advanced hippie weirdness (with jazz chops thrown in) as could only be cultivated in Pt. Reyes Station... or a damning indictment of what could happen when said hippies were given their own custom label. I hope you enjoy this, a token of esteem for your good works.

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  4. thanks muchly for the link, youngbloods related material is always worthy, so its advisable for all to grab this and dig some cool vibes...

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  5. Glad ta be back...um, Kesha? Ima thinkin the filter o' time mite shed sum lite on the pop-princess. Not reddy ta jump on bored wit this heer one but I'll stand reddy ifn I think she's what you say she is.
    Heer's a link I sqwuaked about ta ya fer Avengers quite sum time ago...the Mega link looks like it still werks.
    http://sharebee.com/ba613346
    Get back ta the roots or listen ta Battles er sumthin.

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  6. Ke$ha will grow up and become another 'nothing' but this LP is definitely worthy of spin time, turn it UP to number 11, that'll do it...

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  7. i've tried to post a comment for this at least 3 times now. each one i deleted and went back and listened... all i can say is what ever happens to the K$ - this one is greatness... i love the autotune... and i checked it out from my local public library... so i didnt steal it OR PAY FOR IT!!! D in TX

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  8. 'so i didnt steal it OR PAY FOR IT!!!'-Nice one my friend.

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