Ben Stoddard - February 24, 2012 - Comments (0)
Knock knock. Who’s there? It’s me. Your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick. More drugs and centaurs after the break.
Stream the new Sleigh Bells album “Reign of Terror” at the NYT website. What? You’re busy listening to something that sucks ass? Turn that shit off and put on American flags, ill-fitting plaid, and giant Marshall stacks.
*I secretly wish the song Leader of the pack was, y’know, the song Leader of the Pack because it rocks and would sound awesome blown up.
Two videos came out ’round about the same time last week and I think they are the perfect example of someone who did it and someone who read about it.
In what can only be described as tying a strip steak to your nuts and dangling them in front of a pack of wolves, Whitney “That’s Really Your Last Name” Cummings wrote a blog post weighing in on everyone weighing in on Lana Del Rey’s SNL performance. Her blog is called, I’m not even fucking kidding, “Princess Complex.”
Anyway, for whatever my two cents are worth, I don’t think Lana Del Rey is any different than any one of the hundreds of other pop starts that got style, genre, or ethnic makeovers to be marketable. Everyone’s just pissed off because she marks a pretty official start point where warm, shoegazey, fuzzed-out sounds are the mainstream and everyone knows music is only good when it stay between you and whomever you have a crush on.
I’m not sure if this Supercute! video appeals more to burners, keto dieters, or pedophiles.
This one is mostly for Editor Miranda because she has a girlboner for object manipulation. One too many Renn Fayres.
A new one from The Dø! Hooray! And if you’re feeling even dirtier, you can check out the Trentemøller remix after the jump. Read more »