Word: songfulness
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...that is an obvious appropriation of Soft Cell’s eighties hit “Tainted Love.” As a result, Rihanna’s choreography in “S.O.S” pales in comparison to her previous work, but fits well with the song; the hazy lighting and changing backgrounds even compensate for the lack of synchronized movement. Overall, S.O.S. is a fairly standard pop music video. Rihanna burst onto the charts last summer with a unique sound, but her latest effort merely indicates that she is versatile enough to produce hits outside...
...slightly inappropriate way, as is another key scene in which cops race after a doughnut-covered, pink-clad Paris Hilton lookalike. This is the type of thing that you’d like to do if you could get away with it, which is exactly what the song is about. “The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song” is a paean to the misuse of power, featuring lines such as “If you could make everybody poor just so you could be rich, would you do it? Yeah yeah yeah yeah.” After...
...Webb Three years ago, Yellowcard became famous when MTV decided to rotate heavily the video for their single “Ocean Avenue.” With their infectious pop hooks, pint-size bleached-blond frontman, and kooky rock violinist (isn’t that just so original?), the song and the band became bona fide emo gods to legions of equally pint-sized girls. The band’s new video, “Rough Landing, Holly,” is kind of like the “Ocean Avenue” video—but on crack. Director...
...Lost in Space” robot—but not nearly as much personality. Prince is a legendarily gifted musician, so it’s a shame that he limits his sonic palate to drum machines and synthesizers on so many of the record’s cuts. The songs that really take off on “3121” are those where the Prince lets the NPG cut loose with some old school funk workouts. The album’s lead single, “Fury,” is vintage purple-funk: Prince’s wailing...
...boas (to go with the theme). Afterwards, my friend invited me to an after-party featuring a band that was “slammin’.” When I arrived, the band (which was approximately the size of Earth Wind and Fire) was playing a Fiona Apple song. People were guzzling apricot-flavored beer, doing the robot lustily, and singing all of the words to Ms. Apple’s ditty, while their extremely long Jesus-was-a-carpenter curls floated in the breeze. I picked at least four knit hats off the floor and about three Livestrong...