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.
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-
Say, A doggy is nuttin’ if he don’t have a bone
All dogy hold ya’ bone, all doggy hold it
A doggy is nuttin’ if he don’t have a bone
All dogy hold ya’ bone, all doggy hold it
Look, I’m not going to pretend that I understand this song…
Maybe it is a metaphor or maybe not. Maybe it is just about some poor fool that went and let the dogs out, spoiling the party.
It happens all the time, you are partying like it’s 1999 with some gals and your mates and someone goes and let the dogs out… which is a drag cause you have to go and get them back…Typical.
How the Kooks became so popular puzzles me a lot; ok, they have a couple of songs that would surely rock a campfire (she moves in her own way..Oh La…) but hell! if this band would have appeared at the height of the Britpop era, they’d have ended up supporting Shed Seven.
The best thing that can be said about this derivative slice of sunshine pop is that it’s short and wouldn’t be out of place in a Supergrass b-side compilation.
And yes, it is not the worst shit in the charts right now, but feck I can’t stand the singer.
