September 21, 2005



Darin, “Step Up”
This young man says the boy band aesthetic is not dead, or in any case it has not been entirely exhausted, especially if you goose it with a Lil Jon synth patch or two.

The Cardigans, “I Need A Fine Wine and You, You Need To...”
This is from the not-yet-released album “Super Extra Gravity.” The video—Nina swinging mic stand around, leaning on band members, playing out bad wait staff scenarios—suggests a parsing of Persson’s long, complicated but continuing relationship with her band. It’s a good conceit but it would be dead wood if Persson hadn’t managed to be genuinely compelling in a music video, an apparently hard assignment, if we use the existing body of successful videos as our sample. Nina Persson is, with or without a screen between her and the world, one of the bestest working front people. We love her and her band, in all their incarnations. (Remember that the last album was pretty much straight Nash-pop.)

The West Coast footwear ad with baile funk
This recalls those London TV ads from 1996 with drum and bass backing, not the later car ads with deracinated d&b pips, but the first ones where some new hire at Saatchi dropped a Hype track behind a Lucozade ad because nobody had the time to imitate the original and didn’t expect some jungle DJ to come after them with a lawyer. (Footnote: I made $1000 once creating an imitation DJ Hype track for an Icebreakers gum advert. True.)

Shakira, “Tortura” (Shaketon mix)
You can’t just grease up a beautiful woman with petroleum (Texas tea, not Vaseline) and make her do The Fibrillation Wop. There must be a DRAMATIC REASON. Otherwise it looks hella creepy, like “Flashdance” and “E.R.” sutured together by Michael Bays.

Franz Ferdinand, “Do You Want To”
Still popular, still determined to not give into the hetero dollar, still kinda great. Matching satin jackets—Romantics, holler.

The Duke Spirit
I rode on a plane from London with all the guys in this band last October. (The lead singing lady, who is the interesting one, was on a different flight.) It was funny watching all their gear come out onto the luggage belt, each case stickered with their band logo. Like maybe the other band on the plane was gonna take their stuff by accident. You’re in a band. We get it.

Backstreet Boys, “Just Want You To Know”
Remake of “Heavy Metal Parking Lot,” the docudramatic footnote that suggests “Spinal Tap” was not realistic enough. Sad sad sad. Boy band aesthetic being apologized for, with hipster icing on a very stale cake. Decent song.

Crazy Frog still the ringtone of the year in EU. I keep hoping that the DJ named Scumfrog is Crazy Frog but he is not.

U2, “City of Blinding Lights”
In a confusing move that blurs the fine line separating them, U2 stole the lighting rig from Coldplay’s “Speed of Sound” video, enlarged it (natch), added a real chorus (double natch) and—perhaps to remind the Apple Martins of the world who is the Daddy of this Secular Faith Rock game—an adoring audience, a visual representation likely not exaggerated in either size or kind. I have affection for both songs, though I prefer Coldplay’s Autobahn icepack. “Speed of Sound” is not huge in Sweden but it was larger than Al Roker in Italy, where a killer house cover is already rocking on il radio. (Joshua says the two videos are contemporaneous and U2 may have come first. So, correlation but maybe no causation.)

Craig David, some song
Without two-step’s popcorn sonics, Davidï¿1⁄2s voice floats in the mist of a sorta quiet storm, not nearly as sweet and nimble as it was the first few times out. Not sure what the point of him is now.

The White Stripes, “My Doorbell”
Best song on the record, other than “Lonely,” rendered here as AN OLDE TYME performance for The Little Rascals, or their twenty-five friends. The video exploits the kids’ cuteness but does nothing with them, ignoring the fact that some are crying. (Is that “edgy”?) Ultimately, the kids simply play as shorter-than-average White Stripes fans; White ends up blowing them off as they chase the Stripes’ getaway car—“A Hard Day’s Night”—and the analog gangster ‘30s sedan speeds off to the Hotel Yorba. The camera avoids long shots of White’s face, which absents the main figure of the video, and, in the biggest blunder, does nothing with the lyrics, which are both great and blatantly visual. I mean, a good video should not have been hard to make. See Cardigans entry: music videos turn many smart people into knob-turners and page-staplers.

Teairra Marí, “No Daddy”
This is part softball school porn, part rebel yell. The absent daddies Mari sings about are not male teachers who cause cuties to throw spitballs in class; the video is scared of a social condition where Teairra is not. But taking over a schoolhouse and locking The Man in his office is cool by me. Better song than video.

David Gray, “I Am Currently Re-Reading About A Boy
Just fuck off and let Damien Rice do his thing.

Bonus beat from plane ride:

“The Longest Yard”: Beating up prison guards is excellent.

And, yes, business class (only one way) was dope, save for one thing (file under Weather Is No Joke, you soft serve Westerner): If the plane bucks like a bronco all night, you could be laying up in a hyberbaric chamber on a vodka drip, but there will nae be sleep for you, wee writer. So snag on my fancy ass. (Sat next to a guy going to an ammunition factory in Western Sweden that supplies the U.S. Navy. “I have to say, I wish we weren’t in business at all, frankly.” Not sure if I believed him, and not sure that I didn’t.)

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