Word: songfulness
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...three piano chords over and over. The verses are sappy, uninspiring, and sure to appear on many 14-year-old girls’ MySpace pages. The chorus, however, is the worst part. The lyrics are shamelessly lifted, almost word for word, from The Spinners’ seminal 1972 love song “I’ll Be Around.” (“Whenever you call me, I’ll be waiting / Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.) The rest of the songs aren’t too different. Every track is clearly...
...shoot back to the top of the charts. The alt-rock trio lays down eleven solid tracks, but “Lucky” isn’t particularly special coming from a band which has produced fantastic material in the past. One of the three or so songs which manages to stand out is the opening number, “See These Bones.” A ringing guitar part and frontman Matthew Caws’ bright, clear voice start the album off on a melancholy tone that’s backed up by heavy bass and a perfect...
...about Ice Cube is that at his best, he never had to scramble or speed up his delivery in order to impress you. Instead, he slowed it down, enunciated every single word, and inserted terrifying post-rhyme silences that let you mull over the significance of his verses. This song finds him running this trick into the ground, as the audio equivalent of the gangsta stare becomes the stubborn old-man pause. If Cube and Chuck D were to get together again in 2008, the result would not be “Burn Hollywood Burn?...
...with Walt Disney Studios, the same people behind the 3-D work in Hannah Montana’s Best of Both Worlds Tour. Now that’s gangsta. Regardless of the eye-popping action, the video does uphold certain tropes of Elliott’s videography, such as song-to-video literalism, b-boying, and randomness like Missy whooping on an obese man in Dance Dance Revolution. What we don’t find in the video is the vibrant aesthetic stimulation that has become a staple for Missy Elliott. In becoming three-dimensional, the video is actually less...
...through a nightclub while eye-popping words, letters, and illustrations dance across their form-fitting t-shirts. For a few seconds, one t-shirt simply reads, “Internet Killed The Video Stars.” It’s a nifty play on the title of the song that inaugurated the music video era, The Buggles’ “Video Killed the Radio Star,” and it’s also so true. Nestled in the warm embrace of MTV, record companies could drop millions on clips in which Mariah Carey could ride...