In a unprecedented career move, Paul ‘Macca’ McCartney of the Beatles and Wings and ’solo’ fame has gone all grimey down the electro-house road, which is not long and winding but short and to the point….
All I want to do is tell you I love you
Thats when i start promising the world to
a brand new girl i dont even know yet
Next thing shes wearing my rolex
most energetic McCartney song since ‘Jet’? best songwriting since Hey Jude?!
Thumbs up, what the hell/
.by whigamore
PS: this is a joke, the song is actually by Wiley… I almost got ya’all, eh :!
Now, where did this come from? The Ting Tings, that seems a pretty silly name…
mmm
this guys toured with the NME, is it an indie band? Is ‘That’s not my name‘ this year’s ‘Standing on The Way Of Control‘ ?
let’s listen…
Ok, I’ve listen twice and not only my headache is not getting any better but I feel like jumping out of the window… eventually I don’t cause I live in a first floor and it’d be pretty stupid, but…
kids! this is My Sharona! and it was released a trillion years ago…
The world needs another My Sharona like it needs another Nagasaki.
Chart music nowadays is nowhere near as good as it once was. Am I right or am I right? Or what?
Recently I’ve been asked to DJ in a wedding (my sis, don’t go thinking that I am a high profile DJ…) and while trying to compile songs I remembered that I HAVE to play I want You Back by the Jackson 5. I went to wikipedia (yes I research the shit I write about) and read:
“I Want You Back” is a 1969 number-one single recorded by The Jackson 5 for the Motown label. It held the number-one position on the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart for one week, from January 24 to January 31, 1970, replacing “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head” by B.J. Thomas, and then replaced by “Venus” by The Shocking Blue.
So we got I Want You Back in all its awesomeness (that riff, that bassline) but the lucky bastards living in 1969 had already enjoyed the genuinely beautiful classic ‘Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head’ and were about to discover the absurdly brilliant ‘Venus’… I mean… it really is a different league than the latest crappy Madonna attempt to be modern and the Florida ft. T-Pain nightmare of Low…
So for once I’m including a 60’s single in the blog… magic times, Michel Jackson was black, imagine that!
Now here’s a simple unpretentious song; sure Kanye West sounds as Kanye West by numbers, sure they could have made an effort with the lyrics (‘Take me to Broadway.Let’s go shopping baby then we’ll go to a Café.Let’s go on the subway.Take me to your hood’…. yes, these are the actual lyrics, Estelle is not from the Leonard Cohen school of songwriting), sure the chorus is too nice and easy… but overall this is a good, summery disco-pop joint.
yes my friends, two shit songs for the price of one.
Eamon, “Fuck It (I don’t want you back)”
and
Frankee, “Fuck You Right Back”
This could even be funny if it wasn’t all a commercial-marketing strategy operation.
The story is:
…a chap called Eamon releases a soft R & B joint with the novelty of repeating fuck you over and over in the chorus to her ex-girlfriend… the ditty is called Fuck You (I don’t want you back), because marketing people know that teenagers love a bit of swearing.
The song is an instant hit, selling zillions of singles… the polemic is on the table, and the ball is in Frenkee’s rooftop. Frankee is the ex-, and turns out to be a singer (surprise!) that replies with yet another song called, quite straightforwardly: “Fuck you Right Back”.
The tune is EXACTLY the same, but the kids don’t seem to care that much and they cash in again, pushing the song to the top of the charts, and happy in the knowledge that they own a beautiful diptych of love gone wrong.
Eamon goes
Fuck what I said it dont mean shit now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses, they didn’t mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, I dont want you back
Frankee replies:
Fuck what I did
was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin’ it didn’t mean jack
well guess what yo,fuck you right back
Well…, Eamon… Frankee, why don’t you both go and fuck off.
Oh lord, talk about a cliché video, and terribly bland production. The video contains the usual bump ‘n grind imagery, in black and white, a sexy shorty , and Shayne Ward with stubbles on his face, and on his head.
My biggest issue with the track is that, first of all, lyric-wise it seems like an ad for a telephone company (there’s a whole lot of talking on the phone going down in Shayne Wards universe), and secondly, Shayne belongs to the group of singers who doesn’t feel it necessary to pronounce all the letters in words, he likes to cut them off. Furthermore, if I were him, I would look into either killing my ghost writer, or take some poetry classes.
“you got my attentiooo’ and hellooo”
“anything you say makes a beautiful noise”
“No U hang up, no U hang up, kinda loooo’”
I don’t know about you, but this sounds like shit noise to me. Visually, the video is certainly pleasing, if it wasn’t for Shayne Ward being in it so much. The fact that it’s on spot #6 on the Danish hitlists makes me squirm.
if you want to check out the video -well, the girl-
