OK, so here is Britney’s terrible VMA “performance” of “Gimme More” at this years Video Music Awards. There are a ton of other videos up at YouTube now postulating “proof” on why it was so bad (the most famous one being that one of her heels broke), as well as the weird Chris Crocker freakout/defense of Britney video. But whatever the reason, one thing is for sure. It stinks. The lip synching, the outfit, the whole vibe in general is just one of defeat. Enjoy, then. It never gets old.
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Blah, blah, blah. Kanye West still can’t get over the VMAs and not being chosen to open the show, blah, blah, blah.
OK, why does anyone take this man or his music seriously? The guy has had heaps of praise thrown at him by fans and critics alike, yet he takes every opportunity he can to play the race card when things don’t go his way. First, complained that he wasn’t the opening act of the MTV VMA show at a preshow concert, going for Britney Spears’ jugular as he spouted “I can’t believe she would perform. She hasn’t had a hit record in years.” He then alluded to Justin Timberlake’s opener of last year’s awards show by rapping “I gotta get my money right, or maybe I gotta get my skin white.”
Then, last night after this year’s awards were all handed out and West found himself having won none, he threw a shitift exclaiming, “That’s two years in a row, man … give a black man a chance. I’m trying hard man, I have the number one record, man.” He then vowed he would never return to MTV.
Seems like the dude is nothing but a crybaby when he isn’t dominating everyone’s attention and affection. Of course, it didn’t matter to him that other black artists won awards, including Rihanna, (“Monster Single of the Year” and “Video of the Year” award for “Umbrella” which also happened to feature Jay-Z), Beyonce (“Best Collaboration” award for “Beautiful Liar” featuring Shakira), Gnarls Barkley (“Best Editing” award for “Smiley Faces”), and Gym Class Heroes, an integrated group (“Best New Artist” award).
Just goes to show that West is another spoiled multi-millionaire who isn’t really all that different from the rest of them. Of course, the best way to get press is to act like a jackass when you walk away from awards shows empty handed. Touche, Kanye…touche.
There’s no story to really link to here, but everyone else is already talking about it, so I’ll throw my two cents in. Tonight I tuned in to catch Britney Spears’ highly-touted “comeback” on the MTV Video Awards, and it was everything I had hoped it would be. The only thing she didn’t do was fall down, but man she looked totally out of it while performing her new bomb “Gimme More.” She was behind a couple beats on her lip sync near the beginning, her “dancing” looked more like she was taking tentative baby steps, and her body, while not shameful was just…well, let’s just say she’s not the old Britney and shouldn’t be trying to wear revealing outfits these days. The whole performance looked like a half-assed rehearsal than a final take. I’m sorry, but I thought making a supposedly big comeback means you generally put 110% into it, but like the rest of her life lately, Britney just phoned it in.
To top that off, though, the wonderful Sarah Silverman came out and immediately started telling off-color jokes about Britney and her kids. The entire audience was silent for the first third of her act. It was priceless. Silverman stuck it to the show completely and looked hilariously disgusted as she ended her routine and walked off the stage. What the fuck were the MTV execs even thinking by booking her on the show? It was excellent, and afterwards I promptly turned it off and watched “The Soup.” Can’t wait to see how they skewer the hell out of all this next week.
Ahhh, the joys of fuzzed-out garage punk. Guys paying homage to 1980s postpunk retro maniacs like Mudhoney who themselves were paying homage to 1960s do-it-yourselfers like the Sonics. While such a swirling mishmash of influences might sound complicated, it’s really not. Think lo-tech. Think basic rock. Think pre-Sgt. Pepper.
It’s rock, unvarnished, and it’s awesome. Energetic hard-bashed drums, guitar with distortion turned to “11,” little if any keyboards, and no production values whatsoever. Think “Dirty Water” by the Standells. Think “Baby Please Don’t Go” by the Amboy Dukes. Think “Smells Like Teen Spirit” playing over a not-quite-tuned-in AM radio station.
It adds up to The Ultra Twist, an Italian punk band not quite a year old, who features all of the above, and a little (OK, a lot) of punk attitude.
The only high-tech digital artifacts detectable in the Ultra Twist’s Tracks–at least at MySpace sampling rates–is the deliberately added vinyl-like hiss and pop at the beginnings of the tracks. It’s a cheap trick, but hey, it shows the world where their priorities are, somewhere far south of Nelly Furtado’s quality control standards. And it’s good.
Warning: Flag-waving Amur-kans aren’t necessarily going to agree with all their sentiments–although, scratch that: Polls indicate that even staunch patriots are parting ways with our president, and the band’s anti-Bush rant is classic punk: An instrumental punctuated by three words. Albeit three incendiary words, to some folks.
Most punk fans would find it hard to disagree with The Ultra Twist’s main anthem, “No Beer No Fun,” so the band offers an opportunity for us to all set politics aside and mosh until our noses bleed, and our sinuses are finally cleared of all that Furtado. Anyway, dig the tunes and no, don’t adjust your speakers–it’s supposed to sound that nasty.
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