Da Musical Menace has finally returned from an extended mental evaluation. The doctors say I can continue reviewing shitty music despite its terrible consequences to my health; fuck the doctors, I thought I was free, bitches. After filling my pockets with free bags of cheerios, I left the nuthouse with an urge to see just how much abuse I could handle. On my way out, I almost stepped in a pile of shit that reminded me of the Backstreet Boys. As I dodged the choco dog chode and executed a spin move to avoid a meth head with a lust for quarters, I thought of just how fucking terrible that damn song “Everybody” is. Fate is a motherfucker, isn’t it? However twisted the logic is, I can’t ignore the signs, the day has come to collect a fucking debt. The Backstreet Boys plagued radio stations for far too long, and my teenage years want revenge.
Did you know that the Backstreet Bitches are releasing another album on October 6th? Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but it’s fucking true. The album is called “This Is Us.” Shut the fuck up… are you serious? They named it “This Is Us”? Tell me something I don’t know geniuses. The sad part is that they probably had to get a producer to come up with the name. If the album title is any indication of the creativity included in the songs, then we are in for one hell of a plane crash. Houston, we’re glad we don’t have radios. I pray with every fiber of my broken being that this album tanks. I hope the backlash from music fans force the Backstreet Boys to relocate to Kenya. I don’t care if the album is good, I’ll still protest in the streets, and I’m looking for a few good men (to fetch me water and hold signs). Let’s take a stand for music, people. Okay, okay, I’ll do the review now, you impatient bastards.
Backstreet Boys “Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)” Review:
So the video begins when the Backstreet Boy’s bus breaks down, and the group is forced to take shelter in a haunted house. The fucking haunted house is the victim here folks… I can just imagine a line of ghosts lugging suitcases out the back door. “Fuck this, backsteet’s back, we’ll find a new crib to crash.” Can you blame them? They lived a life so hellish that they remain on earth after death; only to come face to face with the fucking Backstreet Boys harassing their hacienda… that’s bullshit. God forgot those sad sappy suckers; apparently they don’t call attendance in purgatory. Anyways, the Backstreet Boys explore the mansion in fear while screaming at cheap props. Just when you think Ed Wood has been reincarnated to create his Holland’s opus, the music begins:
“Everybody, Rock your body, Everybody, Rock your body right, Backstreet’s back, Alright, Hey, No, Oh my god we’re back again, Brother sister’s everybody sing, Gonna bring the flavor, Show you how, Got a question for ya, Better answer now, Yay, Am I original?, Yeah, Am I the only one?, Yeah, Am I sexual?, Yeah, Am I everything you need you better rock your body now, Everybody, Rock your body, Yeah, Everybody, Rock your body right, Backstreet’s back alright, Alright”
One line sums up my feelings when I watch this video, and the Backstreet Boys were kind enough to include it in their lyrics: “Oh my god we’re back again.” Don’t fucking blame god, Backstreet Boys. If it wasn’t for music television (MTV) your asses would be dressed in Chuck E. Cheese costumes, begging little kids not to kick you in the raisinets. If the purpose of this video was to be scary, let me tell you, it succeeded. This shit makes One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest look like a fucking pop-up book. Also, why in the hell does the group start singing? When I’m scared, I usually walk in the direction opposite of the object projecting fear. I guess next time I see a gunman robbing a liquor store, I’ll walk in and sing him a fucking lullaby... and let him put me to bed. That actually doesn’t seem like such a tough way to go out; it’s much less painful than listening to “Everybody” on repeat. Songs like this shouldn’t be allowed to be repeated; mp3 players should have a ‘backstreet safeguard’ that prevents such atrocities; the iPhone should have an app for these situations, get to work Mr. Jobs.
What the fuck is up with the costumes in this video? There’s a vampire trying to impersonate Tyler Durden (0:47-0:48), Two-Face from Batman Forever (1:46-1:50), Kano from Mortal Kombat (1:15-1:17), a malnourished steamboat driver, and a fucking transsexual mummy with an appetite for Vienna sausages. If there is one thing in the world that would drive me to guzzle Natty Ice, it’s the Backstreet Boys. While we’re discussing aesthetics, did you witness the dance moves? Sorry to inform you guys, but the fucking running man is dead… let it go. The dancers appear to be directing traffic rather than dancing. Also, the video does not have one iota of pertinence to the song. First thing, the song has more pop than a Katy Perry and Sisqo collaboration, so why in the hell is the video dark? It makes no fucking sense…
Nothing this band ever done has made any fucking sense (except breaking up), and the fact that they are releasing a new album proves it. Boy Bands are dead, let the fuckers rest in peace. I have one more issue to address before I wrap this bitch up. My concern stems from a haunting line in the song: “As long as there’ll be music we’ll be coming back again.” Please don’t threaten me. Seriously, haven’t you girls done enough damage to the music industry? Enough is enough… pack it up, do not pass go, feel free to collect an ass whoopin’ for a hundred dollars. I hate all of you, and what the fuck does "There'll" mean? Do not pity me, for I am, Da Musical Menace.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Hanson "MMMBop" Review
Hanson "MMMBop"
What's up folks, it's me, Da Musical Menace, back by poopular demand with a fresh new review. Up this week on the Slap Chop is "MMMBop", by the dis-conjoined Hanson sisters. Why did this song ever happen? For real, who's the baby' daddy? When I find him, I got 2 words for his ass: Shoot Blanks! In the meantime, I'm gonna focus my fire on the poots of his labor.
"MMMBop" should have been named "HmmmWhat?", cause I don't have a clue what these bitches are saying. Seriously, I have a better chance figuring out the plot of Lost than understanding the Hansons. Why are women so damn difficult? Just say what you want, ladies. Make it easy for your small brained counterparts; we are simple beings.
1997 Should be wiped clean of the history books. Delete the whole damn year, well, except for the inauguration of Al Bundy's cousin, Bill Clinton. You know, Bill Clinton could very well have fathered the Hansons; hell, he could be my dad. I just hope I'm not related to the Hanson's, I enjoy being able to walk in public.
Speaking of public, I would like a public explanation of just what the hell is being said in "MMMBop". After hours of painstakingly analyzing the song, I have come up with the lyrics. My ears do not lie folks, and this is what they heard:
Seriously ladies, was every other song theme taken? I'm fully aware that the head lice pandemic is out of control, but that's no excuse to write a damn song about it. Did somebody checkout all the copies of Songwriting for Dummies? What the hell does mmmbop mean? Better yet, what does it stand for? Hmmm, is it "My Music Must Be Over Played"? Or is it "My Mother Mighta Banged Other People"? I don't know, fuck, I probably couldn't handle the truth.
If you think the first verse is nasty, the chorus will make you feel better... if you're a crackhead. What the fuck ladies? How can you openly admit to smoking crack? Apparently, somebody forgot to do their research on Bobby Brown; his theory is "Don't admit it, Just hit it." Additionally, I want to know who the hell wrapped the dog? What has the dog ever done to you? And why does he love peanut butter? You people are nasty.
Yay, I can't wait to hear the next verse. How about you? Instead, why don't we swan dive off the Brooklyn bridge. You first! No? Okay, well, since we're not leaving, I guess I'll finish the review. "MMMBop" is terrible, and I'll Slap Chop the shit out of anybody who thinks otherwise. You think I'm foolin'? You think I made up the lyrics? Read my lyrics while you watch the video, I dare you. I'm serious, no, I'm super cereal.
This song is appalling; I could've written those lyrics! Who draws the line between amateurs and professionals here? Even Andrew Keen would be confused. He argues that the internet is being destroyed by amateurs masquerading as professionals; well, Hanson stabs a huge thorn in Keen's argument. What would you rather listen to; "amateurs" such as Reina Del Cid, Lionel Neykov, and Susan Boyle, or "professionals" such as Vanilla Ice and Hanson?
If you haven't clicked the Susan Boyle link, you should; she makes Simon Cowell look like a neutered shellfish in the video. Even Da Musical Menace has to admit that he perspired while watching it. Tears? Hell no... um... my air conditioner was broken. Oh look, it appears that I've forgotten about the review, who woulda thunk it? Anways, like I said, Transon, I mean, Hanson sucks. Well, this song sucks, I can't speak for the rest of their music; you can't force me to listen to it, either.
I give this song 3 thumbs down (don't ask). I hate it. Having cute girls doesn't make a band, ladies; you have to be able to read, write, and sing as well. "MmmBop" displays zero musical talent. Why? Because most of it is constructed of meaningless words; words that could have been substituted for substance. Did anyone explain to Hanson that the first set of lyrics is called a ROUGH DRAFT; edit the damn thing before releasing it. I'm getting tired of seeing dictionaries have to create new words for you bastards. It's uncalled for; use lyrics that people can relate to, or at least understand. Oh man, I think I'm gonna be sick. Do not pity me, for I am, Da Musical Menace.
See you soon,
Da Menace
What's up folks, it's me, Da Musical Menace, back by poopular demand with a fresh new review. Up this week on the Slap Chop is "MMMBop", by the dis-conjoined Hanson sisters. Why did this song ever happen? For real, who's the baby' daddy? When I find him, I got 2 words for his ass: Shoot Blanks! In the meantime, I'm gonna focus my fire on the poots of his labor.
"MMMBop" should have been named "HmmmWhat?", cause I don't have a clue what these bitches are saying. Seriously, I have a better chance figuring out the plot of Lost than understanding the Hansons. Why are women so damn difficult? Just say what you want, ladies. Make it easy for your small brained counterparts; we are simple beings.
1997 Should be wiped clean of the history books. Delete the whole damn year, well, except for the inauguration of Al Bundy's cousin, Bill Clinton. You know, Bill Clinton could very well have fathered the Hansons; hell, he could be my dad. I just hope I'm not related to the Hanson's, I enjoy being able to walk in public.
Speaking of public, I would like a public explanation of just what the hell is being said in "MMMBop". After hours of painstakingly analyzing the song, I have come up with the lyrics. My ears do not lie folks, and this is what they heard:
"MMMBop" First Verse, Chorus
Hooo, hooo oh ho, hoooo ho, hoooo, yeah, yeah there's many Middle Asians in this life, All we want is two head lice, You go through all the pain and strife, You turn your back, and they're gone so fast, oh yeah, In my cold sweater pants, yeah, ooh, throwin up to the one under the hair, in my hand ~ under your brazier, When you get oysters on your head, Can you tell me who has still hair, can you tell me who has still hair, hoo oh oh, Okay yeah,
MmmmBop, You think you're tough, I do rock, trim it up, I do rock, believe me daph, I do, yeahhhee yeaaa, MmmmBop, You think you're tough, I do rock, trim it up, I do rock, believe me daph, I do, yeahhhee yeaaay, sayin' oh yeah, ey you unwrap the dog, yeahhaa, haaiir
Seriously ladies, was every other song theme taken? I'm fully aware that the head lice pandemic is out of control, but that's no excuse to write a damn song about it. Did somebody checkout all the copies of Songwriting for Dummies? What the hell does mmmbop mean? Better yet, what does it stand for? Hmmm, is it "My Music Must Be Over Played"? Or is it "My Mother Mighta Banged Other People"? I don't know, fuck, I probably couldn't handle the truth.
If you think the first verse is nasty, the chorus will make you feel better... if you're a crackhead. What the fuck ladies? How can you openly admit to smoking crack? Apparently, somebody forgot to do their research on Bobby Brown; his theory is "Don't admit it, Just hit it." Additionally, I want to know who the hell wrapped the dog? What has the dog ever done to you? And why does he love peanut butter? You people are nasty.
Yay, I can't wait to hear the next verse. How about you? Instead, why don't we swan dive off the Brooklyn bridge. You first! No? Okay, well, since we're not leaving, I guess I'll finish the review. "MMMBop" is terrible, and I'll Slap Chop the shit out of anybody who thinks otherwise. You think I'm foolin'? You think I made up the lyrics? Read my lyrics while you watch the video, I dare you. I'm serious, no, I'm super cereal.
Verse 2
Smell my feet ~ feel the shower ~ plant the soap, You can burn the water, Keep smellin', to find out which one floats, It's a secret no one floats, It's a secret no one floats, oh nose, no one floats
Verse 3
Damn I knew Bob was gone, And I knew Mike was not there, Damn I knew Bob was gone, And I knew Mike was not there, can you shave and lose your hair? Ooh oh hoo, Or the dogs hair
This song is appalling; I could've written those lyrics! Who draws the line between amateurs and professionals here? Even Andrew Keen would be confused. He argues that the internet is being destroyed by amateurs masquerading as professionals; well, Hanson stabs a huge thorn in Keen's argument. What would you rather listen to; "amateurs" such as Reina Del Cid, Lionel Neykov, and Susan Boyle, or "professionals" such as Vanilla Ice and Hanson?
If you haven't clicked the Susan Boyle link, you should; she makes Simon Cowell look like a neutered shellfish in the video. Even Da Musical Menace has to admit that he perspired while watching it. Tears? Hell no... um... my air conditioner was broken. Oh look, it appears that I've forgotten about the review, who woulda thunk it? Anways, like I said, Transon, I mean, Hanson sucks. Well, this song sucks, I can't speak for the rest of their music; you can't force me to listen to it, either.
I give this song 3 thumbs down (don't ask). I hate it. Having cute girls doesn't make a band, ladies; you have to be able to read, write, and sing as well. "MmmBop" displays zero musical talent. Why? Because most of it is constructed of meaningless words; words that could have been substituted for substance. Did anyone explain to Hanson that the first set of lyrics is called a ROUGH DRAFT; edit the damn thing before releasing it. I'm getting tired of seeing dictionaries have to create new words for you bastards. It's uncalled for; use lyrics that people can relate to, or at least understand. Oh man, I think I'm gonna be sick. Do not pity me, for I am, Da Musical Menace.
See you soon,
Da Menace
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Vanilla Ice "I Love You" Review
Foreword:
There comes a time when one must decide, "Should I Stay or Should I Go?". A lack of structure brings a lack of discipline; I have witnessed the free will of many comrades set course for a life without blogs. Today is a sad, yet reflective day. Amongst the ashes of fallen comrades, shall Da Musical Menace persevere and continue blogging? Or will he submit to the forces of freedom and aimlessly roam the smoke filled clubs of the underground? For now, my decision remains a secret. Instead of discussing such serious matters off the bat, I have decided first to reflect on this semester of blogging with a review.
Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby" was the first song to feel the wrath of Da Musical Menace. In this time of reflection, I have decided to look to Vanilla Ice again for inspiration. Today marks a moment in time when many have decided to discontinue their online muses, in favor of new endeavors. When the semester began, many of my fellow students were frightened at the thought of maintaining a blog. What were we to write? How could we maintain so many postings on a single topic? What the hell would that topic even be? Some dropped at the thought of such ramblings. What remained were the few, the proud, the blog posters! We stood tall in an unfamiliar setting and persevered in the face of uncertainty. This review is my version of a farewell to the people that have taken this journey with me. So it is only fitting that my last official post end, where my first review began, with Vanilla-Fucking-Ice.
Review:
Vanilla Ice "I Love You"
When you hear the name Vanilla Ice, you probably think "Ice Ice Baby". The song is synonymous with Vanilla Ice, and many think that it was the worst song of the 90s. However, when searching for terrible music, you shouldn't look any further than Vanilla Ice's album, "To The Extreme". "To The Extreme" is riddled with terrible music, and the albums showpiece of suck has to be "I Love You". This song makes "Ice Ice Baby" look like a timeless classic. Hell, "I Love You" actually makes Daphne and Celeste look like accomplished artists. Okay okay, I take that back, no music is worse than Daphne and Celeste.
However, Vanilla Ice took a real stab at the top honors for suckage with "I Love You". What do you get when you take a pathetic, unemotional rapper, and mix him with a generic attempt at a love song? Terror! I hate to even utter the syllables, but Vanilla Ice should have just stuck with rap. "I Love You" is the epitome of garbage. When you see the video, I swear that you can actually smell it too. The stench of roadkill is reminiscent of roses in comparison to Ice's love song. If this song were a food, it would be turkey bacon. Why? Because some may act like it's authentic, but the people eating the real shit know the truth. The turkey bacon community can't handle the truth, and neither can Vanilla Ice's fan club.
So, what makes "I Love You" worse than "Ice Ice Baby"? Have you watched the video? If so, then you have no right asking. You know what you saw, and sadly, you may never forget it. I apologize, if it isn't too late. However, I had to present the evidence as a main course to the review. Besides, words are much too low-cal to fill you up. You needed some meat in your diet. I do apologize that the meat was tough, but, if it's any consolation, "I Love You":
Verse 1, Chorus, etc
Vanilla Icey-E? Are you serious? Sadly, he was dead fucking serious. This is pathetic. I mean, you're writing a song that will be heard by the entire country and you produce this crap? I don't understand... who picked this broken idea off of the cutting room floor? Where the hell is Donald Trump when someone needs to get fired? Additionally, why the hell do you whisper the whole damn song, Ice? Does your feminine tone impress the ladies? Shit, I have a tear in my eye for each of the women you seduced with this garbage. I guarantee those bimbos are spending way too much on their car insurance.
In conclusion, "I Love You" rightfully deserved a spot on my blog; it sucks to the point of being funny. The song actually managed to lower the bar set by "Ice Ice Baby", which is a pretty difficult achievement. So bravo, Vanilla Icey-E, your timeless tracks will ensure that my case of insomnia will never be cured. So, with sleep in my eyes I say: Do not pity me, For I am, Da Musical Menace.
Reflection:
While many may think that I reviewed terrible songs merely to bash them with hateful quips and one-liners, my goal all semester was actually to produce laughter. I hated on these songs because it was fun, and it gave me a sense of fulfillment. Most reviews I conducted were produced solely to extract revenge for a musically painful childhood.
I don't believe life should be taken too seriously, and neither should this blog. Whatever course life takes you on, always remember to laugh at the same things that drive you. Sometimes your game face can get a bit too heavy, so take it off and breath every now and then. Your goals and dreams will still be there when you return.
As for me, I will continue this blog until I have uncovered every terrible song released in the 90s. Da Musical Menace has far too much unfinished business to quit now. You're stuck with me. Mwa ha ha ha ha ha...
Check back soon for exciting new reviews!
Da Menace
There comes a time when one must decide, "Should I Stay or Should I Go?". A lack of structure brings a lack of discipline; I have witnessed the free will of many comrades set course for a life without blogs. Today is a sad, yet reflective day. Amongst the ashes of fallen comrades, shall Da Musical Menace persevere and continue blogging? Or will he submit to the forces of freedom and aimlessly roam the smoke filled clubs of the underground? For now, my decision remains a secret. Instead of discussing such serious matters off the bat, I have decided first to reflect on this semester of blogging with a review.
Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby" was the first song to feel the wrath of Da Musical Menace. In this time of reflection, I have decided to look to Vanilla Ice again for inspiration. Today marks a moment in time when many have decided to discontinue their online muses, in favor of new endeavors. When the semester began, many of my fellow students were frightened at the thought of maintaining a blog. What were we to write? How could we maintain so many postings on a single topic? What the hell would that topic even be? Some dropped at the thought of such ramblings. What remained were the few, the proud, the blog posters! We stood tall in an unfamiliar setting and persevered in the face of uncertainty. This review is my version of a farewell to the people that have taken this journey with me. So it is only fitting that my last official post end, where my first review began, with Vanilla-Fucking-Ice.
Review:
Vanilla Ice "I Love You"
When you hear the name Vanilla Ice, you probably think "Ice Ice Baby". The song is synonymous with Vanilla Ice, and many think that it was the worst song of the 90s. However, when searching for terrible music, you shouldn't look any further than Vanilla Ice's album, "To The Extreme". "To The Extreme" is riddled with terrible music, and the albums showpiece of suck has to be "I Love You". This song makes "Ice Ice Baby" look like a timeless classic. Hell, "I Love You" actually makes Daphne and Celeste look like accomplished artists. Okay okay, I take that back, no music is worse than Daphne and Celeste.
However, Vanilla Ice took a real stab at the top honors for suckage with "I Love You". What do you get when you take a pathetic, unemotional rapper, and mix him with a generic attempt at a love song? Terror! I hate to even utter the syllables, but Vanilla Ice should have just stuck with rap. "I Love You" is the epitome of garbage. When you see the video, I swear that you can actually smell it too. The stench of roadkill is reminiscent of roses in comparison to Ice's love song. If this song were a food, it would be turkey bacon. Why? Because some may act like it's authentic, but the people eating the real shit know the truth. The turkey bacon community can't handle the truth, and neither can Vanilla Ice's fan club.
So, what makes "I Love You" worse than "Ice Ice Baby"? Have you watched the video? If so, then you have no right asking. You know what you saw, and sadly, you may never forget it. I apologize, if it isn't too late. However, I had to present the evidence as a main course to the review. Besides, words are much too low-cal to fill you up. You needed some meat in your diet. I do apologize that the meat was tough, but, if it's any consolation, "I Love You":
Verse 1, Chorus, etc
Girl I keep thinking, Of how I feel, When I'm in your arms, Gives me a chill, Just knowing that you want me, By your side, Mellows my mind, And enhances my pride, Girl I need you more, And more each day, Believe me when I tell you, I'm here to stay, I'm captured by your love and your pretty smile, Your devastating beauty, And your sweet profile, I love you, Cause I love you, I love you, Cause I love you, You're so fine, Let's wine and dine, I'm so happy, That you are mine, Thinking of you, I melt with desire, Take you in my arms, Let love take us higher, To hear you talk, Sounds so sweet, When you're close to me, I feel your heat, Girl I want you, And you want me, And it'll last, Until eternity, You're like the stone, Falling from the sky, So clean, Like the look in your eye, Your my queen, I'll buy you everything, Yes girl, Even diamond rings, Cause your my lady, And this love is true, Every sunset, Makes me think of you, And I'll never forget, What you mean to me, Comin' straight from the heart, Of Vanilla Icey-E
Vanilla Icey-E? Are you serious? Sadly, he was dead fucking serious. This is pathetic. I mean, you're writing a song that will be heard by the entire country and you produce this crap? I don't understand... who picked this broken idea off of the cutting room floor? Where the hell is Donald Trump when someone needs to get fired? Additionally, why the hell do you whisper the whole damn song, Ice? Does your feminine tone impress the ladies? Shit, I have a tear in my eye for each of the women you seduced with this garbage. I guarantee those bimbos are spending way too much on their car insurance.
In conclusion, "I Love You" rightfully deserved a spot on my blog; it sucks to the point of being funny. The song actually managed to lower the bar set by "Ice Ice Baby", which is a pretty difficult achievement. So bravo, Vanilla Icey-E, your timeless tracks will ensure that my case of insomnia will never be cured. So, with sleep in my eyes I say: Do not pity me, For I am, Da Musical Menace.
Reflection:
While many may think that I reviewed terrible songs merely to bash them with hateful quips and one-liners, my goal all semester was actually to produce laughter. I hated on these songs because it was fun, and it gave me a sense of fulfillment. Most reviews I conducted were produced solely to extract revenge for a musically painful childhood.
I don't believe life should be taken too seriously, and neither should this blog. Whatever course life takes you on, always remember to laugh at the same things that drive you. Sometimes your game face can get a bit too heavy, so take it off and breath every now and then. Your goals and dreams will still be there when you return.
As for me, I will continue this blog until I have uncovered every terrible song released in the 90s. Da Musical Menace has far too much unfinished business to quit now. You're stuck with me. Mwa ha ha ha ha ha...
Check back soon for exciting new reviews!
Da Menace
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Spice Girls "Wannabe" Review
Spice Girls "Wannabe"
Hello, and welcome to another week of joy and laughter. Today, I will examine "Wannabe" by The Spice Girls. Oh, The Spice Girls, such a wonderful group of women; I love them all. I especially love the intimately deep and melodic grooves they kick. Whenever I'm feeling lonely, I always reach for the Spice Girls to inspire me. Considering that The Spice Girls are so amazing, I found it especially difficult to choose the right song to celebrate. However, after much deliberation, I chose to review a song that was near and dear to my heart for months: "Wannabe".
Although The Spice Girls have a robust body of work, I feel that "Wannabe" is the embodiment of the band. The song delivers on every level, it's a showpiece that emphasizes the active lives of The Spice Girls. The melody is inspiring; Who knew I could be so engrossed by simple base lines and single note guitar riffs? The musicians have their scales mastered, they can transition through notes like nobodies business. Who needs intricate music when simplicity is so much more... um... simple. The Spice Girls are such great musicians, in fact, that they don't even play anymore; such trivial tasks are left to the ugly people.
The Spice Girls have to focus on more important matters, like dancing. Have you seen the "Wannabe" video? I intentionally posted it 24 hours before my review, so that you could bask in its greatness. The Spice Girls rock that video with some of the most brilliant dancing ever. Who needs choreography? Not The Spice Girls, they are much too gorgeous to be contained by such rigid industry standards. Beautiful women are great at everything. Name one beautiful woman who wasn't (Tanya Harding is NOT a beautiful woman).
In fact, as seen in the video, The Spice Girls are also prestigious actors. Why just get to the point and sing the song, when you can prolong it with a brilliantly deep and meaningful preface? "Wannabe" is the poster child of meaningful prefaces. The Spice Girls precisely plotted the direction of their preface, and sculpted it to introduce their chart dropping single with a bang. As seen at the onset of the fabulous video, The Spice Girls run from a cab, play Hop-Scotch, and sing Capella to random strangers. While the above actions may seem random and uncoordinated, I assure you that they all have deep emotional meaning. The girls play Hop-Scotch because they had to grow up fast in tough neighborhoods. They run from a cab because the color yellow signifies the sons they never had, and they sing a Capella to cry out for love in a cruel, unjust world.
Just imagine, our wonderful discussion about The Spice Girls has just begun. Are you as excited as I am to review "Wannabe" by The Spice Girls? I thought so! Great, cause my popcorn just finished cooking. See, this is exciting for me too; as much as I love The Spice Girls, I haven't actually analyzed their lyrics. I usually just dance myself into a brain freeze and go to bed while listening. Besides, who cares about analyzing lyrics right? I'm usually much too shallow to consider such an arduous task. Today, however, I will bypass my shallowness long enough to review this song.
Chorus, First, and Second Verse:
Speechless? I can tell that you are stunned, moved ever so slightly, by the impact of these fantastic lyrics. How could you feel any other way? The girls start the song with laughter, followed by a stiff "Yo". Both methods are blueprints to be followed for making serious music. The girls then transition into an explanation of what they really, really want. Apparently, they really, really want a zigazig-ah. While the word "zigazig-ah" may be utter gibberish, I can explain it's meaning in the context of "Wannabe". However, I won't bore you with the small details. Afterwards, they mention that: "If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends".
Are you fucking kidding me? This is preposterous. Are you suggesting that I sleep with all your friends? What kind of women are you? That's it, I've fucking had it. I can't pretend to like this song any fucking more. No more lies. Besides, "zigazig-ah" is a fucking filler, The Spice Girls couldn't generate a fucking real word. They are much too beautiful to have minds of their own, or at least that's what the industry suggests. The industry produced The Spice Girls to sell with looks, and sell they did; they fucking sold out. They followed in the footsteps of many innocent souls looking for success; does that make them victims? No! It makes them ignorant.
And "Wannabe" is ignorant too; the song is a fucking letdown. How many times you gonna suggest telling me what you really really want, before actually saying what you want? I don't get it, is this some kind of endurance test? Am I supposed to totally ignore the thesis of your song? And why the hell does "G-Loc MC likes it in your face"? Isn't this song structured to attract listeners of all ages? I've had it up to beer with this shit. Hmm, Samuel Adams or Guiness? How 'bout both, shotgunned. Do not pity me, for I am,
Da Musical Menace
Hello, and welcome to another week of joy and laughter. Today, I will examine "Wannabe" by The Spice Girls. Oh, The Spice Girls, such a wonderful group of women; I love them all. I especially love the intimately deep and melodic grooves they kick. Whenever I'm feeling lonely, I always reach for the Spice Girls to inspire me. Considering that The Spice Girls are so amazing, I found it especially difficult to choose the right song to celebrate. However, after much deliberation, I chose to review a song that was near and dear to my heart for months: "Wannabe".
Although The Spice Girls have a robust body of work, I feel that "Wannabe" is the embodiment of the band. The song delivers on every level, it's a showpiece that emphasizes the active lives of The Spice Girls. The melody is inspiring; Who knew I could be so engrossed by simple base lines and single note guitar riffs? The musicians have their scales mastered, they can transition through notes like nobodies business. Who needs intricate music when simplicity is so much more... um... simple. The Spice Girls are such great musicians, in fact, that they don't even play anymore; such trivial tasks are left to the ugly people.
The Spice Girls have to focus on more important matters, like dancing. Have you seen the "Wannabe" video? I intentionally posted it 24 hours before my review, so that you could bask in its greatness. The Spice Girls rock that video with some of the most brilliant dancing ever. Who needs choreography? Not The Spice Girls, they are much too gorgeous to be contained by such rigid industry standards. Beautiful women are great at everything. Name one beautiful woman who wasn't (Tanya Harding is NOT a beautiful woman).
In fact, as seen in the video, The Spice Girls are also prestigious actors. Why just get to the point and sing the song, when you can prolong it with a brilliantly deep and meaningful preface? "Wannabe" is the poster child of meaningful prefaces. The Spice Girls precisely plotted the direction of their preface, and sculpted it to introduce their chart dropping single with a bang. As seen at the onset of the fabulous video, The Spice Girls run from a cab, play Hop-Scotch, and sing Capella to random strangers. While the above actions may seem random and uncoordinated, I assure you that they all have deep emotional meaning. The girls play Hop-Scotch because they had to grow up fast in tough neighborhoods. They run from a cab because the color yellow signifies the sons they never had, and they sing a Capella to cry out for love in a cruel, unjust world.
Just imagine, our wonderful discussion about The Spice Girls has just begun. Are you as excited as I am to review "Wannabe" by The Spice Girls? I thought so! Great, cause my popcorn just finished cooking. See, this is exciting for me too; as much as I love The Spice Girls, I haven't actually analyzed their lyrics. I usually just dance myself into a brain freeze and go to bed while listening. Besides, who cares about analyzing lyrics right? I'm usually much too shallow to consider such an arduous task. Today, however, I will bypass my shallowness long enough to review this song.
Chorus, First, and Second Verse:
Ha ha ha ha Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want, so tell me what you want, what you really, really want, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want, So tell me what you want, what you really, really want, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really want a zigazig-ah, If you want my future, forget my past, if you wanna get with me, better make it fast, now don't go wastin', my precious time, get your act together we could be just fine, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want, so tell me what you want, what you really, really want, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really want a zigazig-ah, If you wanna be my lover, You gotta get with my friends, make it last forever, friendship never ends, If you wanna be my lover, You have got to give, Takin' is to easy, But that's the way it is, What you think about that? Now you know how I feel, say you could handle my love, are you for real? are you for real? I won't be hasty, I'll give you a try, if you really bug me then I'll say goodbye...
Speechless? I can tell that you are stunned, moved ever so slightly, by the impact of these fantastic lyrics. How could you feel any other way? The girls start the song with laughter, followed by a stiff "Yo". Both methods are blueprints to be followed for making serious music. The girls then transition into an explanation of what they really, really want. Apparently, they really, really want a zigazig-ah. While the word "zigazig-ah" may be utter gibberish, I can explain it's meaning in the context of "Wannabe". However, I won't bore you with the small details. Afterwards, they mention that: "If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends".
Are you fucking kidding me? This is preposterous. Are you suggesting that I sleep with all your friends? What kind of women are you? That's it, I've fucking had it. I can't pretend to like this song any fucking more. No more lies. Besides, "zigazig-ah" is a fucking filler, The Spice Girls couldn't generate a fucking real word. They are much too beautiful to have minds of their own, or at least that's what the industry suggests. The industry produced The Spice Girls to sell with looks, and sell they did; they fucking sold out. They followed in the footsteps of many innocent souls looking for success; does that make them victims? No! It makes them ignorant.
And "Wannabe" is ignorant too; the song is a fucking letdown. How many times you gonna suggest telling me what you really really want, before actually saying what you want? I don't get it, is this some kind of endurance test? Am I supposed to totally ignore the thesis of your song? And why the hell does "G-Loc MC likes it in your face"? Isn't this song structured to attract listeners of all ages? I've had it up to beer with this shit. Hmm, Samuel Adams or Guiness? How 'bout both, shotgunned. Do not pity me, for I am,
Da Musical Menace
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Gerardo Mejia's "Rico Suave" Review
Gerardo Mejia, "Rico Suave"
Welcome back for another ridiculously dramatized week of reviews. Next on the chopping block is Gerardo Mejia's "Rico Suave". This wonderful track was released in 1991 and managed to blind Americans long enough to grace the Billboard's Top 100 charts at number 7. Don't ask me why or how; just accept the fact that someone in your family probably fell into the deceptive grasp of "Rico Suave". I'm completely baffled that anyone would fall for this track. I can honestly admit that I never fell for the song. From the tracks release, I hated it; I anticipated the day when I would write a nasty blog about it. Folks, secure your valuables, cause that ill-fated day is upon us.
Milli Vanilli returned their Grammy in 1990; Gerardo Mejia released "Rico Suave" in 1991. Is it just me or does Gerardo Mejia look a lot like Fab Morvan? Everything is starting to make sense now; once Milli Vanilli was exposed, the twins disappeared into the shadows. They plotted and schemed until finally creating a new persona, a Latin American lover they called Gerardo. The Vanilli twins decided they would be less noticeable by sharing the role of Gerardo Mejia; Fab Morvan lost a coin toss and, as a result, was assigned nights and weekends. Under the strict supervision of the armed psychiatrist division, the twins wrote "Rico Suave".
The duo fought to cover any traces that may have linked them back to Vanilli. They changed their writing style, which wasn't hard, since they had never written before. They changed ethnicity, and musical style. More importantly, however, they decided not to lip sync the music. But how? you may ask. They decided to sing half the song in Spanish and rap the other half. Sheer genius. The plan would have went along smoothly, if not for one glaring flaw: they didn't change their wretched wardrobe. Anybody with basic motor skills can see the similarities. The rest of the music world may disregard my opinion, but America, I know the truth. Don't let them keep the wool over your eyes any longer.
Rob and Fab's plan was to win the world over with the Mejia persona; Then, on Y1.5K, they were to reveal their true identities to a stunned crowd. That crowd, elated by the honest return of Milli Vanilli, was to spend more money on shitty music than any crowd in the history of crowds. However, the plan failed, Mejia tanked, the boat sunk, and Milli Vanilli's dreams of redemption were buried. Why? Because the pair still hadn't learned what the fuck a good song was. Professors have stressed the fact one cannot be a great writer, without first reading other authors. I believe that the same applies to music; so, what in the hell were these boneheads listening to?
Listening to this song will set your imagination free. I dare you to listen to it without thinking about your grocery list, homework, loved ones, games, pets, anything. The song is so boring that in order to make sense of it, your brain ignores the music and conjures up thoughts of other things. You haven't even begun to hear my theory as to how Jay Leno got his chin, or how Paris Hilton got her brain. Each time I listen to the song I come up with a remarkably disturbing new theory. Moreover, I still don't know what the hell is going on in the song. Note to Mejia: Make a decision, Spanish or English? Seriously, were they two cheap to record two versions of the song? I don't know about you, but, I kinda like to understand the music I listen to. Most of "Rico Suave" is in another fucking language.
The lyrics that I can understand make me wish that the entire song was in Spanish. The rhymes are tired and dry, they don't flow and feel stuffed together. He drastically slows down and speeds up his voice to fit the words into the rigid melody. There is this crazy collision of sounds that appears in the background that makes me want to just stop the video. Nothing about the song is appealing. I cannot listen to it one more time. Please avoid "Rico Suave" with every fiber of your being. Stay away, do not click the link, do not press play, do not listen for two hundred seconds. Just leave this blog and pretend that you have never heard of Gerardo Mejia or "Rico Suave". Your life will be all the better should you succeed. I am doomed, however, do not pity me, for I am, Da Musical Menace.
See you next week,
Da Menace
Welcome back for another ridiculously dramatized week of reviews. Next on the chopping block is Gerardo Mejia's "Rico Suave". This wonderful track was released in 1991 and managed to blind Americans long enough to grace the Billboard's Top 100 charts at number 7. Don't ask me why or how; just accept the fact that someone in your family probably fell into the deceptive grasp of "Rico Suave". I'm completely baffled that anyone would fall for this track. I can honestly admit that I never fell for the song. From the tracks release, I hated it; I anticipated the day when I would write a nasty blog about it. Folks, secure your valuables, cause that ill-fated day is upon us.
Milli Vanilli returned their Grammy in 1990; Gerardo Mejia released "Rico Suave" in 1991. Is it just me or does Gerardo Mejia look a lot like Fab Morvan? Everything is starting to make sense now; once Milli Vanilli was exposed, the twins disappeared into the shadows. They plotted and schemed until finally creating a new persona, a Latin American lover they called Gerardo. The Vanilli twins decided they would be less noticeable by sharing the role of Gerardo Mejia; Fab Morvan lost a coin toss and, as a result, was assigned nights and weekends. Under the strict supervision of the armed psychiatrist division, the twins wrote "Rico Suave".
The duo fought to cover any traces that may have linked them back to Vanilli. They changed their writing style, which wasn't hard, since they had never written before. They changed ethnicity, and musical style. More importantly, however, they decided not to lip sync the music. But how? you may ask. They decided to sing half the song in Spanish and rap the other half. Sheer genius. The plan would have went along smoothly, if not for one glaring flaw: they didn't change their wretched wardrobe. Anybody with basic motor skills can see the similarities. The rest of the music world may disregard my opinion, but America, I know the truth. Don't let them keep the wool over your eyes any longer.
Rob and Fab's plan was to win the world over with the Mejia persona; Then, on Y1.5K, they were to reveal their true identities to a stunned crowd. That crowd, elated by the honest return of Milli Vanilli, was to spend more money on shitty music than any crowd in the history of crowds. However, the plan failed, Mejia tanked, the boat sunk, and Milli Vanilli's dreams of redemption were buried. Why? Because the pair still hadn't learned what the fuck a good song was. Professors have stressed the fact one cannot be a great writer, without first reading other authors. I believe that the same applies to music; so, what in the hell were these boneheads listening to?
Listening to this song will set your imagination free. I dare you to listen to it without thinking about your grocery list, homework, loved ones, games, pets, anything. The song is so boring that in order to make sense of it, your brain ignores the music and conjures up thoughts of other things. You haven't even begun to hear my theory as to how Jay Leno got his chin, or how Paris Hilton got her brain. Each time I listen to the song I come up with a remarkably disturbing new theory. Moreover, I still don't know what the hell is going on in the song. Note to Mejia: Make a decision, Spanish or English? Seriously, were they two cheap to record two versions of the song? I don't know about you, but, I kinda like to understand the music I listen to. Most of "Rico Suave" is in another fucking language.
The lyrics that I can understand make me wish that the entire song was in Spanish. The rhymes are tired and dry, they don't flow and feel stuffed together. He drastically slows down and speeds up his voice to fit the words into the rigid melody. There is this crazy collision of sounds that appears in the background that makes me want to just stop the video. Nothing about the song is appealing. I cannot listen to it one more time. Please avoid "Rico Suave" with every fiber of your being. Stay away, do not click the link, do not press play, do not listen for two hundred seconds. Just leave this blog and pretend that you have never heard of Gerardo Mejia or "Rico Suave". Your life will be all the better should you succeed. I am doomed, however, do not pity me, for I am, Da Musical Menace.
See you next week,
Da Menace
Monday, March 23, 2009
Daphne and Celeste's "Ooh Stick You" Review
Welcome back bitches! Did you miss me? I am pleased to announce that I have located a host of new terrible tracks to review. Who would have imagined that other countries' berthed music that rivaled the worst of America's offerings? I never thought anything could top America's mid 90's musical shenanigans. However, Daphne and Celeste's "Ooh Stick You" proves that American musicians weren't the only artists missing the mark.
If you haven't heard of this track, don't be alarmed. "Ooh Stick You" was spread across the UK like a plague in 1999. The disease even managed to affect Australians, where it climbed to an unbelievable number 54 on the billboard charts. Apparently, the UK was jealous of America's shameless musical releases. As a result, the UK music bigwigs held open tryouts in an effort to form their own terrible band. Mission: Success. This is one of the most god-awfully terrible songs I have ever laid ears on. I can't figure this shit out... I know I'm about to use a cliche, but honestly, WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?
Songs like this give me hope. They make me realize that I have a solid chance of getting my music produced. I could get drunk and write random letters on a dirty cocktail napkin that are better than "Ooh Stick You". I could produce armpit farts more entertaining than this shit. I could crack my knuckles with more rhythm than these bastards have. This is appalling... Just think of all the underground music that never gets airtime because dumb ass disco jockeys are accepting payolas to play garbage music. If you think I'm a little too harsh, you're wrong. I take music seriously; music saved my life and I will not stand idly by while idiots with delusions of phat loot ruin it.
For example: take something you love and let someone take a dump on it and set it on fire. I'm not done, after that, watch them cash in on their actions while mocking you for caring. Would you shake it off and consider yourself a better person for not retaliating? Would you smile and kindly ask "Would you like toilet paper with that?" If you have any type of passion for your interests then you would defend them. I have 100 songs and seven notebooks chalked full of lyrics and "Ooh Stick You" is a fucking insult to every word I've written. These people just happened to be in the right place at the right time and they get thrust into a music career. What about the people who actually work for success?
An appropriate comparison would pertain to education. How would you feel if your Bachelor's degree netted you less money than a fast food employee? I think you get the point. Anyways, I'm gonna block quote some of this atrocity for the folks who either didn't have time, or were too scared, to click the link.
"Ooh Stick You", Intro, etc:
For those who didn't watch the vid, I'm not joking, those are the actual lyrics. I'm dead serious, check your calendars, April first is next week. Besides, would I lie to you? Well, I'm pretty sure those are the lyrics, at least, that is what I heard. I don't simply find a website that has the lyrics and regurgitate them for your pleasure; I listen to the track on repeat and record the lyrics as I hear them. In fact, I listen to the songs I review on repeat as I produce my evaluations; while the process is much more dangerous to my health, I feel that the results allow me to more effectively produce the rigid can of whoopass that you have come to know and love. Bashing terrible music isn't as easy as you may imagine, it takes a disgusting form of self mutilated motivation that only Da Musical Menace can deliver. I'm fucked up people, come get some!
You may have noticed that I talked about myself a little more than usual in this review. The reason for my individualism is stemmed from the fact that I get absolutely nothing (but a headache) from "Ooh Stick You". Perhaps my subconscious is subliminally attempting to explain the cause of my anger? Perhaps these reviews have pushed me so far over the edge that I simply cannot maintain focus on another terrible song? Whatever the reason, I get pleasure from this exposition, so don't expect me to retire anytime soon.
Okay, back to the review. By now, I have probably influenced you to succumb to your desire to click the link. If so, you're probably curious as to why I even typed a word. I mean, the evidence speaks for itself; nothing more than a link to the video was necessary. However, I have a job to do, and I intend to finish it. "Ooh Stick You" is a musical compilation of cut downs and "your momma" jokes, set to a beat. The song makes absolutely no fucking sense and manages to top my list of "Worst Songs in the History of Mankind". Folks, I'm not sure that I will ever find another song this terrible. I should have saved this review for last, cause there may not be a more terrible song in the history of music. I'm so happy that this bastard stepchild wasn't conceived on American shores!
In conclusion, I would rather eat a nuclear missile than to have to listen to this song again after today. I would rather shove a coconut up my butt than to have to suffer through this sacrilege again. I would rather re-enact a game of frogger on the crosstown expressway; I would rather play cricket with Tom Cruise, or arm wrestle Hulk Hogan. I would rather attempt to potty train Hellen Keller, or go skinny dipping in shark infested waters. I'd rather let Mike Tyson kiss my ear, or play footsies with Rosanne Barr. I'd rather eat a bowl of sh... uhhh, well, maybe that's too much... Look, I hate this fucking song, it's a waste of time, it's a festering blister on the ass of music, it's a crime that deserves death, it's a terrible excuse to swallow a bullet, it's a fucking joke that I just don't get, it's bullshit, no, it's bullshit AND piss. This song is fucked up. Game over. Do not pity me, for I am Da Musical Menace.
See you next week,
Da Menace
P.S: If you still think I'm being too harsh, ponder this song, U.G.L.Y., or the bashing the girls received at Reading 2000. Hey, at least I'm not hurling random objects at them. I may actually have to review two songs from the same group. I get it now, this band was formed solely to be the worst band in the history of the universe. Brilliant!
P.S.S: Oh my God, here's another song from the girls that may be even worse than the other two, "I Love Your Sushi". From now on, I may have to dedicate my reviews solely to Daphne and Celeste songs. Nothing is worse than this.
If you haven't heard of this track, don't be alarmed. "Ooh Stick You" was spread across the UK like a plague in 1999. The disease even managed to affect Australians, where it climbed to an unbelievable number 54 on the billboard charts. Apparently, the UK was jealous of America's shameless musical releases. As a result, the UK music bigwigs held open tryouts in an effort to form their own terrible band. Mission: Success. This is one of the most god-awfully terrible songs I have ever laid ears on. I can't figure this shit out... I know I'm about to use a cliche, but honestly, WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?
Songs like this give me hope. They make me realize that I have a solid chance of getting my music produced. I could get drunk and write random letters on a dirty cocktail napkin that are better than "Ooh Stick You". I could produce armpit farts more entertaining than this shit. I could crack my knuckles with more rhythm than these bastards have. This is appalling... Just think of all the underground music that never gets airtime because dumb ass disco jockeys are accepting payolas to play garbage music. If you think I'm a little too harsh, you're wrong. I take music seriously; music saved my life and I will not stand idly by while idiots with delusions of phat loot ruin it.
For example: take something you love and let someone take a dump on it and set it on fire. I'm not done, after that, watch them cash in on their actions while mocking you for caring. Would you shake it off and consider yourself a better person for not retaliating? Would you smile and kindly ask "Would you like toilet paper with that?" If you have any type of passion for your interests then you would defend them. I have 100 songs and seven notebooks chalked full of lyrics and "Ooh Stick You" is a fucking insult to every word I've written. These people just happened to be in the right place at the right time and they get thrust into a music career. What about the people who actually work for success?
An appropriate comparison would pertain to education. How would you feel if your Bachelor's degree netted you less money than a fast food employee? I think you get the point. Anyways, I'm gonna block quote some of this atrocity for the folks who either didn't have time, or were too scared, to click the link.
"Ooh Stick You", Intro, etc:
Hi this is my friend Daphne, and I'm Celeste, (Ooh stick you, Your momma too, and your daddy) *5, Ooh stick you, Ooh-stick you, Your momma, Your daddy, your greasy greasy grand mammy, Got a hole in your panty, Got a big behind like Frankenstein, Go deep deep deep down down to the street, Toot toot too wear army boots, In your ear, With a can of beer, Up your but with a coconut, (chorus), You go girl, (hey oh, aight) *3, Hey oh, You want me tell you what I really think about you, You got facial hair like a polar bear, you blow up like a totem that explodes, Your face looks mean like Halloween, You got big red eyes like cherry pies, You got the IQ of a didgeridoo, You look insane and got no brain, You got a big fat belly like a bowl full of jelly, In fact my mommy looks like free willy, (chorus)
For those who didn't watch the vid, I'm not joking, those are the actual lyrics. I'm dead serious, check your calendars, April first is next week. Besides, would I lie to you? Well, I'm pretty sure those are the lyrics, at least, that is what I heard. I don't simply find a website that has the lyrics and regurgitate them for your pleasure; I listen to the track on repeat and record the lyrics as I hear them. In fact, I listen to the songs I review on repeat as I produce my evaluations; while the process is much more dangerous to my health, I feel that the results allow me to more effectively produce the rigid can of whoopass that you have come to know and love. Bashing terrible music isn't as easy as you may imagine, it takes a disgusting form of self mutilated motivation that only Da Musical Menace can deliver. I'm fucked up people, come get some!
You may have noticed that I talked about myself a little more than usual in this review. The reason for my individualism is stemmed from the fact that I get absolutely nothing (but a headache) from "Ooh Stick You". Perhaps my subconscious is subliminally attempting to explain the cause of my anger? Perhaps these reviews have pushed me so far over the edge that I simply cannot maintain focus on another terrible song? Whatever the reason, I get pleasure from this exposition, so don't expect me to retire anytime soon.
Okay, back to the review. By now, I have probably influenced you to succumb to your desire to click the link. If so, you're probably curious as to why I even typed a word. I mean, the evidence speaks for itself; nothing more than a link to the video was necessary. However, I have a job to do, and I intend to finish it. "Ooh Stick You" is a musical compilation of cut downs and "your momma" jokes, set to a beat. The song makes absolutely no fucking sense and manages to top my list of "Worst Songs in the History of Mankind". Folks, I'm not sure that I will ever find another song this terrible. I should have saved this review for last, cause there may not be a more terrible song in the history of music. I'm so happy that this bastard stepchild wasn't conceived on American shores!
In conclusion, I would rather eat a nuclear missile than to have to listen to this song again after today. I would rather shove a coconut up my butt than to have to suffer through this sacrilege again. I would rather re-enact a game of frogger on the crosstown expressway; I would rather play cricket with Tom Cruise, or arm wrestle Hulk Hogan. I would rather attempt to potty train Hellen Keller, or go skinny dipping in shark infested waters. I'd rather let Mike Tyson kiss my ear, or play footsies with Rosanne Barr. I'd rather eat a bowl of sh... uhhh, well, maybe that's too much... Look, I hate this fucking song, it's a waste of time, it's a festering blister on the ass of music, it's a crime that deserves death, it's a terrible excuse to swallow a bullet, it's a fucking joke that I just don't get, it's bullshit, no, it's bullshit AND piss. This song is fucked up. Game over. Do not pity me, for I am Da Musical Menace.
See you next week,
Da Menace
P.S: If you still think I'm being too harsh, ponder this song, U.G.L.Y., or the bashing the girls received at Reading 2000. Hey, at least I'm not hurling random objects at them. I may actually have to review two songs from the same group. I get it now, this band was formed solely to be the worst band in the history of the universe. Brilliant!
P.S.S: Oh my God, here's another song from the girls that may be even worse than the other two, "I Love Your Sushi". From now on, I may have to dedicate my reviews solely to Daphne and Celeste songs. Nothing is worse than this.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
LFO "Summer Girls" Review
Lyte Funky Ones "Summer Girls"
Ponder the vid before you dive into the review :)
Light Funky Ones' track "Summer Girls", released on July 6th, 1999, proved the music industry hadn't forgotten the terrible songs of yore; "Summer Girls" was born in an attempt to trump them all. Such a brave task was only suitable for a Chef (boyardee), an icon (Bobby Brown), a Baseball Champion (juicer), or a completely horrendous song that portrays random thoughts as fucking song lyrics ("Summer Girls").
The first stage of music denial recovery is admittance. However, I refuse to admit that I ever liked this song. I never listened to a radio station that accepted monetary payment to repeat "Summer Girls". I never bought the single, and I don't have it in my CD case, right next to the Backstreet Boys... ok, ok, you got me, I do,... but let me explain... please? First, they are both in the 'UFFP' CD case. The abbreviation expanded is 'Unfit for Fireplace'. Terrible music CD's release harmful fumes of suckage when burned that may affect other artists. Second, we all have favorite songs of the past that we're ashamed of (don't we?). Come on, how many times have you caught yourself singing "The Song that Doesn't End"? Third, those tracks taught me what it means to blow; they provided me with an established list of musical not to-do's. And Finally, without those tracks, my generation wouldn't have anything musical to bitch about.
Get out your croquet sticks, cause it's time to punch some balls. LFO apparently stands for Look the Fuck Out, because Americans didn't see the perpetrators sneak up and spike their punch. Somehow, "Summer Girls" did surprisingly well after its release. LFO offered free crotch kicks to everyone, and we lined up in anticipation. Why? Looking back, I really can't explain it... the lyrics have less appeal than a grocery list, the melody is mute behind the steady flow of lyrics, and the cheese factor of this track could topple the Velveeta corporation. Just take a look (if you dare):
"Summer Girls" Intro and Chorus:
Well, apparently musical expression involves the denunciation of Chinese food. Why is that line in the song? Have the artists ever heard of school? Guys, that line doesn't match your thesis statement. You were talking about the past, why in the hell should we be notified of your current fear of Chinese cuisine? And why do you guys prefer summer girls as opposed to spring, fall, and ultra spicy autumn girls? This is baffling, someone call Ben Stein, cause we need a professional opinion.
Verse One:
Okay, so let me get this straight. You fell in love with a girl named after a cleaning product? Is her sister, Scrubbing Bubbles, available? I always thought she was hot. You compared your girl to a sweaty basketball jersey, how romantic. You stated obvious facts about Shakespeare, completely oblivious to the fact that he didn't write anything on the summer in question. Apparently, both you and your girl have speech impediments; you can't talk and she resembles a humming bird. Seriously, is this some kind of ancient code language? Perhaps the secret to the location of the Holy Grail lies hidden behind these lyrics. If so ladies and gentlemen, the location is safe; no one will ever decipher this inaudible expulsion of forwardly propelled excrement.
Verse Two:
Let me begin by asking you where to begin. So, where do I begin? Did LFO just call Paul Revere 'baby'? Why in the hell do you guys belittle Georgians? What in the hell is a "Cherry pants cold crotch rock stud boogie"? It takes absolutely no skill to come up with nonsense; look, I can do it too: 'Billy Banks Bob Sled Big Bad Wookie, Used to Cut Fowl now I Cut Whole Turkeys'. See LFO, it's easy! My head is about to explode, seriously, I feel pressure. Quick, fetch me a bottle of HeadOn.
Sure, this song was a flash in the pan that enjoyed moderate success. We ate it up before realizing that it was actually Pizza Hut, not gourmet. Eventually, the dish was dissed and left permeating in a dumpster. Time moved on and LFO got buried. To their credit, the song does represent a touch of that care free summer feeling; I don't despise it as much as some songs I've reviewed. However, "Summer Girls" has the most off the wall ass randomness of them all. The focus shifts from random accomplishments in history, to admiring one girl and many, and back to apparent mental blurbs that happen to match the melody. It's a good idea gone horribly wrong; a song that, with a little refinement, could have been a staple summer vibe. Instead, all "Summer Girls" produces is a memory of a quirky track that had us fooled for a week. Do not pity me, for I am... pitying the idiots behind the production of this track.
See you next week,
Da Menace
Ponder the vid before you dive into the review :)
Light Funky Ones' track "Summer Girls", released on July 6th, 1999, proved the music industry hadn't forgotten the terrible songs of yore; "Summer Girls" was born in an attempt to trump them all. Such a brave task was only suitable for a Chef (boyardee), an icon (Bobby Brown), a Baseball Champion (juicer), or a completely horrendous song that portrays random thoughts as fucking song lyrics ("Summer Girls").
The first stage of music denial recovery is admittance. However, I refuse to admit that I ever liked this song. I never listened to a radio station that accepted monetary payment to repeat "Summer Girls". I never bought the single, and I don't have it in my CD case, right next to the Backstreet Boys... ok, ok, you got me, I do,... but let me explain... please? First, they are both in the 'UFFP' CD case. The abbreviation expanded is 'Unfit for Fireplace'. Terrible music CD's release harmful fumes of suckage when burned that may affect other artists. Second, we all have favorite songs of the past that we're ashamed of (don't we?). Come on, how many times have you caught yourself singing "The Song that Doesn't End"? Third, those tracks taught me what it means to blow; they provided me with an established list of musical not to-do's. And Finally, without those tracks, my generation wouldn't have anything musical to bitch about.
Get out your croquet sticks, cause it's time to punch some balls. LFO apparently stands for Look the Fuck Out, because Americans didn't see the perpetrators sneak up and spike their punch. Somehow, "Summer Girls" did surprisingly well after its release. LFO offered free crotch kicks to everyone, and we lined up in anticipation. Why? Looking back, I really can't explain it... the lyrics have less appeal than a grocery list, the melody is mute behind the steady flow of lyrics, and the cheese factor of this track could topple the Velveeta corporation. Just take a look (if you dare):
"Summer Girls" Intro and Chorus:
Yeah, I like it when the girls stop by, in the summer, do you remember, do you remember, when we met, that summer?, new kids on the block had a bunch a hits, Chinese food makes me sick, and I think it's fly when the girls stop by for the summer, for the summer, I like girls that wear Abercrombie and Fitch, I take her if I had one wish, she's been gone since that summer, since that summer
Well, apparently musical expression involves the denunciation of Chinese food. Why is that line in the song? Have the artists ever heard of school? Guys, that line doesn't match your thesis statement. You were talking about the past, why in the hell should we be notified of your current fear of Chinese cuisine? And why do you guys prefer summer girls as opposed to spring, fall, and ultra spicy autumn girls? This is baffling, someone call Ben Stein, cause we need a professional opinion.
Verse One:
Hip hop mama named spic and span, met you one summer and it all began, you're the best girl that I ever did see, the great Larry Bird jersey 33, when you take a sip you buzz like a hornet, Billy Shakespeare wrote a whole bunch a sonnets, call me willy whistle cause I can't speak baby, something in your eyes really drove me crazy, now I can't forget you and it makes me mad, left one day and never came back, stayed all summer then went back home, McCulley Culkin wasn't home alone, fell deep in love but now we ain't speakin, Micheal J. Fox was Alex P. Keaton, when I met you I said my name was Rich, you look like a girl from Abercrombie and Fitch
Okay, so let me get this straight. You fell in love with a girl named after a cleaning product? Is her sister, Scrubbing Bubbles, available? I always thought she was hot. You compared your girl to a sweaty basketball jersey, how romantic. You stated obvious facts about Shakespeare, completely oblivious to the fact that he didn't write anything on the summer in question. Apparently, both you and your girl have speech impediments; you can't talk and she resembles a humming bird. Seriously, is this some kind of ancient code language? Perhaps the secret to the location of the Holy Grail lies hidden behind these lyrics. If so ladies and gentlemen, the location is safe; no one will ever decipher this inaudible expulsion of forwardly propelled excrement.
Verse Two:
Cherry pants cold crotch rock stud boogie, used to hate school so I had to play hookie, always been hip to the big boy style, known to act wild and make a girl smile, love new edition and the candy girl, remind me a you because you rock my world, you come from Georgia where the peaches grow, they drink lemonade and speak real slow, you love hip hop and rock and roll, your dad took off when you were four years old, there was a good man named Paul Revere, I feel much better baby when you're near, you love fun dip and cherry coke, I like the way you laugh when I tell a joke
Let me begin by asking you where to begin. So, where do I begin? Did LFO just call Paul Revere 'baby'? Why in the hell do you guys belittle Georgians? What in the hell is a "Cherry pants cold crotch rock stud boogie"? It takes absolutely no skill to come up with nonsense; look, I can do it too: 'Billy Banks Bob Sled Big Bad Wookie, Used to Cut Fowl now I Cut Whole Turkeys'. See LFO, it's easy! My head is about to explode, seriously, I feel pressure. Quick, fetch me a bottle of HeadOn.
Sure, this song was a flash in the pan that enjoyed moderate success. We ate it up before realizing that it was actually Pizza Hut, not gourmet. Eventually, the dish was dissed and left permeating in a dumpster. Time moved on and LFO got buried. To their credit, the song does represent a touch of that care free summer feeling; I don't despise it as much as some songs I've reviewed. However, "Summer Girls" has the most off the wall ass randomness of them all. The focus shifts from random accomplishments in history, to admiring one girl and many, and back to apparent mental blurbs that happen to match the melody. It's a good idea gone horribly wrong; a song that, with a little refinement, could have been a staple summer vibe. Instead, all "Summer Girls" produces is a memory of a quirky track that had us fooled for a week. Do not pity me, for I am... pitying the idiots behind the production of this track.
See you next week,
Da Menace
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Katie Perry "I Kissed a Girl" Review
Back again? Well, I have an ass load of shit to drop on you this week. Somehow, I managed to decide to attempt to review "I Kissed a Girl" by Katie Perry. Why did I decide to attempt to review this atrocious attempt at a quick buck? Great question. One I'm still pondering as I write this. I used the word 'attempt' because I really don't know how to go forward with this review. I could easily begin, and end, this review with a single sentence: Katie Perry's "I Kissed a Girl" is an atrocious waste of air space that attempts to cash in on immature alcoholics with aspirations; however, it succeeds only in making Vanilla Ice look like Tupac Shakur.
If you've read one of my previous posts; you're probably wondering why I didn't post a link to the 'song'. I have a perfectly logical explanation for my omission: I refuse to assist you in the viewing of the video. I do not think my conscience is strong enough to deal with such a crime. How would I sleep at night with the knowledge that I assisted others in the viewing of "I Kissed a Girl"? Better yet, how would you sleep at night after watching it? In short, I omitted the link for your protection. Feel free to thank me monetarily (in small, unmarked bills).
This is where I usually present research or interesting facts. Not this week. I have a limit folks; some torture is too much for even Da Menace. I can't willingly search info on this song. In fact, it would take a handgun to persuade me to 'Google' Katie Perry. I've heard the song plenty of times; I was force fed that damn song all last summer. Why? Because of the schmuck who controlled the office radio; and his undying loyalty to his favorite radio station. Sadly, he died in a freak polka accident a few days before I left the country... I mean, went on vacation.
The lyrics are terrible, meaningless, and downright unnecessary. Before the haters start chirping, let me make one thing clear. My dislike for this song is NOT rooted in a dislike for the Lesbian and Gay community. "I Kissed a Girl" has nothing to do with said community; it's about a drunk ass party girl who is too hopped up on X to logistically comprehend the repercussions of her actions. Therefore, she kisses a girl in an attempt to rile up a crowd of 40 year old virgins while simultaneously testing the strength of her relationship. Sound deep? I sure as hell hope not. This song is a fucking waste.
I do not condone the illegal downloading of music; in fact, I'm against it. However, it's songs like this that nearly justify the theft. If an artist is going to be so money hungry as to release a song like "I Kissed a Girl", they don't deserve positive compensation. A big reason why the industry is slumping is because the business end of it is affecting the music. Record labels are so concerned with making that next big star that they are overlooking the content. Most of the soul we want in our music is being replaced with heartless one liners and robotic imagery. By 'robotic imagery' I mean that they are painting the same picture, with slightly different shades. Come up with something deep and original, not a stupid rehash of something done, or a complete joke of a song like "I Kissed a Girl".
Message to artists like Katie Perry: Don't fucking bite the hand that feeds. Don't expect fans to buy into your schemes for long. Most music fans require that their favorite musicians actually try. Be warned that to maintain your career, you may have to pull something from somewhere besides your ass. Surprise music fans with the depth of originality and precision; don't force us to suffer through another generic song based on a one liner. For some reason, radio stations feed off of controversial shit like "I Kissed a Girl"; and that forces listeners who actually enjoy tuning in to abandon their posts. It's songs like this that make me praise the invention of the I-Pod.
While I'm aware that my blog is based on reviewing terrible music of the 90's; I couldn't avoid reviewing "I Kissed a Girl". The track will undoubtedly be talked about, in the future, with the same regards used to discuss Vanilla Ice and Milli Vanilli. In fact, "I Kissed a Girl" takes the idiot torch from 90's artists and runs with it; praying to somehow transcend American culture and become talked about for ages. Well, in that case, "I Kissed a Girl" succeeds with flying colors; cause I'll be talking about the depth of suckage present in this atrocity for ages. Bravo!
Don't... Pity Me, for I am,
Da Musical Menace
If you've read one of my previous posts; you're probably wondering why I didn't post a link to the 'song'. I have a perfectly logical explanation for my omission: I refuse to assist you in the viewing of the video. I do not think my conscience is strong enough to deal with such a crime. How would I sleep at night with the knowledge that I assisted others in the viewing of "I Kissed a Girl"? Better yet, how would you sleep at night after watching it? In short, I omitted the link for your protection. Feel free to thank me monetarily (in small, unmarked bills).
This is where I usually present research or interesting facts. Not this week. I have a limit folks; some torture is too much for even Da Menace. I can't willingly search info on this song. In fact, it would take a handgun to persuade me to 'Google' Katie Perry. I've heard the song plenty of times; I was force fed that damn song all last summer. Why? Because of the schmuck who controlled the office radio; and his undying loyalty to his favorite radio station. Sadly, he died in a freak polka accident a few days before I left the country... I mean, went on vacation.
The lyrics are terrible, meaningless, and downright unnecessary. Before the haters start chirping, let me make one thing clear. My dislike for this song is NOT rooted in a dislike for the Lesbian and Gay community. "I Kissed a Girl" has nothing to do with said community; it's about a drunk ass party girl who is too hopped up on X to logistically comprehend the repercussions of her actions. Therefore, she kisses a girl in an attempt to rile up a crowd of 40 year old virgins while simultaneously testing the strength of her relationship. Sound deep? I sure as hell hope not. This song is a fucking waste.
I do not condone the illegal downloading of music; in fact, I'm against it. However, it's songs like this that nearly justify the theft. If an artist is going to be so money hungry as to release a song like "I Kissed a Girl", they don't deserve positive compensation. A big reason why the industry is slumping is because the business end of it is affecting the music. Record labels are so concerned with making that next big star that they are overlooking the content. Most of the soul we want in our music is being replaced with heartless one liners and robotic imagery. By 'robotic imagery' I mean that they are painting the same picture, with slightly different shades. Come up with something deep and original, not a stupid rehash of something done, or a complete joke of a song like "I Kissed a Girl".
Message to artists like Katie Perry: Don't fucking bite the hand that feeds. Don't expect fans to buy into your schemes for long. Most music fans require that their favorite musicians actually try. Be warned that to maintain your career, you may have to pull something from somewhere besides your ass. Surprise music fans with the depth of originality and precision; don't force us to suffer through another generic song based on a one liner. For some reason, radio stations feed off of controversial shit like "I Kissed a Girl"; and that forces listeners who actually enjoy tuning in to abandon their posts. It's songs like this that make me praise the invention of the I-Pod.
While I'm aware that my blog is based on reviewing terrible music of the 90's; I couldn't avoid reviewing "I Kissed a Girl". The track will undoubtedly be talked about, in the future, with the same regards used to discuss Vanilla Ice and Milli Vanilli. In fact, "I Kissed a Girl" takes the idiot torch from 90's artists and runs with it; praying to somehow transcend American culture and become talked about for ages. Well, in that case, "I Kissed a Girl" succeeds with flying colors; cause I'll be talking about the depth of suckage present in this atrocity for ages. Bravo!
Don't... Pity Me, for I am,
Da Musical Menace
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The "Rap" on Tupac Shakur
Foreword:
Usually, I review terrible songs and construct a no holds barred attack on them. However, this week I take a defensive stance in an attempt to shop Tupac Shakur to people who don't like Rap Music. Additionally, I will attempt to illustrate the reasons why Tupac was one of the best artists in American history. Expect a thorough discussion about the differences between 'Rap' and 'Music'; and, for Tupac fans, a few things about Tupac that you may not know. Enjoy.
Review:
If you happened to read my "Strait Playin'" review, you might be under the impression that I dislike Rap. You're right, I hate it. So, what separates Shaquille O'Neal from Tupac Shakur? How can I blast Rap one week and praise it the next? Because I love Music, and Tupac Shakur was a maker of Music. Music has a message, a reason for existing, a substantial message that positively influences it's audience. Rap is a non-creative use of language meant to express a wealth of riches and bitches; expressing nothing deep enough to influence positivity.
Tupac used his Music to reach people, and to spread a message. That message, while sometimes blurry, was one of encouragement. I used the term 'blurry' because not all of Shakur's music has a serious message; you gotta have fun sometimes, as illustrated in "I Get Around", "Heartz of Men", and "Can't See Me". Shakur also has some violent tracks, such as "When We Ride", "Hail Mary", and "Troublesome '96". Each of the three tracks encourage revenge via murder; however, Shakur uses jokes, explanations, and laughing to separate listeners from the reality of the content. Hell, he references a Klondike Bar Commercial at the end of "When We Ride"; and he offers an explanation for his actions in "Hail Mary":
The passage is a fairly obvious attack on the overbearing power of society. However, the influence produced didn't completely corrupt Shakur: "I'm not a killer but don't push me". Also quoted from "Hail Mary", this excerpt explains that violent actions are a result of self defense. Also, violent lyrics expressed were a result of the gang war between the East and West Side. While violent, these lyrical expressions were purposed to give outsiders a frightening view of gang life. The most frightening and powerful of all of them appears in "Only God Can Judge Me":
While it references his survival from a robbery, The excerpt suggests that Shakur knew his own fate. That, somehow, he accepted the price for expressing his message; and that he knew the perpetrators would eventually succeed. This idea is expressed with even more chilling clarity in "Life Goes On":
The passage encourages Shakur's family and friends to celebrate his death. In a way, Tupac Shakur was a modern day Martin Luther King. Both men had a message. Both men knew that their message would incite retaliation. Both fought through adversity, in the face of defeat, to emerge victorious. Both served jail time; and both used that time to educate themselves. Both brought to light the unjust treatment of the under privileged. Both men celebrated and empowered the image of African Americans. Both men died so that we could be enlightened about issues commonly disregarded.
Shakur had an unbelievable ability to depict artistic prose with deep meaning. He articulated real world issues and problems; and he spoke for the people whose voices were often unheard. While many rap songs disrespect women; Tupac's music empowers, and shows respect to, them with songs like "Keep Ya Head Up", "Can U Get Away", and "Temptations". Also, tracks like "Unconditional Love", "Changes", and "Dear Mama" articulate even more of Shakur's message:
"Unconditional Love":
"Changes":
"Dear Mama":
Shakur even addresses the musical and real world treatment of certain women in "Wonda Why They Call U Bitch". Once again, he attempts to address an issue rarely discussed. The message is obvious:
How many rap songs today discuss these issues? How many 'artists' discuss anything more than material possessions? How much of it actually manages to sound good while conveying reflective thoughts? I'm not being cynical, I'm merely asking. I invite you to leave your suggestions below. I could discuss much more of Shakur's music; I could probably write a book on the topic. However, I must leave you now... no... fuck that! I owe it to Shakur's legacy to continue. You can leave if you'd like; but I suggest you stick around and pay your respects.
There are entire college courses on the importance of literature and music. There are studies that attempt to delve into the minds of poets passed. Why then, is Shakur not included? Because he didn't limit his thoughts to conform to society? Because his prose wasn't accurately depicted using MLA Format? Fuck that, it's time to make some "Changes". Shakur was a poet; did you ever read this in your anthologies?
"And 2Morrow":
As you may have noticed, the poem seems to omit Tupac's thug image. Shakur was a smart man; he knew that to gain attention, he had to cater to a community. To accurately distribute his message; he had to strip off the kid gloves and speak the brutal truth. Truth being, the fact that poverty stricken communities offer little to no chance of escape. Shakur elaborates on being alone in his struggle in "Me Against the World":
Messages and explanations are abound in Shakur's work. He elaborates on the repercussions of gang life in "So Many Tears" and "Lord Knows". He discusses the difficulty in rising out of the ghetto in "It Ain't Easy". He elaborates on how time changes friendships in "I Ain't Mad At Cha". He tributes his success to past musicians in "Old School". In contrast to other Rappers, He actually implicates his intentions for a relationships in "Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find".
Shakur was a genius, and his influence will remain present in our culture; with or without your consent. However, I hope I have, at least, opened your eyes to the possibility of finding enjoyment outside of your comfort zone. Because, as powerful as the messages portrayed are; they wouldn't have excelled if they weren't fun to listen to; or, if they didn't inspire more than a head bob.
Well, it's "Check Out Time". I'll see you next week.
Da Menace
Usually, I review terrible songs and construct a no holds barred attack on them. However, this week I take a defensive stance in an attempt to shop Tupac Shakur to people who don't like Rap Music. Additionally, I will attempt to illustrate the reasons why Tupac was one of the best artists in American history. Expect a thorough discussion about the differences between 'Rap' and 'Music'; and, for Tupac fans, a few things about Tupac that you may not know. Enjoy.
Review:
If you happened to read my "Strait Playin'" review, you might be under the impression that I dislike Rap. You're right, I hate it. So, what separates Shaquille O'Neal from Tupac Shakur? How can I blast Rap one week and praise it the next? Because I love Music, and Tupac Shakur was a maker of Music. Music has a message, a reason for existing, a substantial message that positively influences it's audience. Rap is a non-creative use of language meant to express a wealth of riches and bitches; expressing nothing deep enough to influence positivity.
Tupac used his Music to reach people, and to spread a message. That message, while sometimes blurry, was one of encouragement. I used the term 'blurry' because not all of Shakur's music has a serious message; you gotta have fun sometimes, as illustrated in "I Get Around", "Heartz of Men", and "Can't See Me". Shakur also has some violent tracks, such as "When We Ride", "Hail Mary", and "Troublesome '96". Each of the three tracks encourage revenge via murder; however, Shakur uses jokes, explanations, and laughing to separate listeners from the reality of the content. Hell, he references a Klondike Bar Commercial at the end of "When We Ride"; and he offers an explanation for his actions in "Hail Mary":
"Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers,... Institutionalized, I live my life a product made to crumble, Much to hardened for a smile, way to crazy to be humble"
The passage is a fairly obvious attack on the overbearing power of society. However, the influence produced didn't completely corrupt Shakur: "I'm not a killer but don't push me". Also quoted from "Hail Mary", this excerpt explains that violent actions are a result of self defense. Also, violent lyrics expressed were a result of the gang war between the East and West Side. While violent, these lyrical expressions were purposed to give outsiders a frightening view of gang life. The most frightening and powerful of all of them appears in "Only God Can Judge Me":
"I hear the doctor standing over me, screaming I can make it, got a body full of bullet holes, laying here naked, Still I, can't breathe, something's evil in my I.V., cause every time I breathe, I think they killing me, I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantasies, I wake up strangling, dangle in my bedsheets, I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce, how did it come to this?"
While it references his survival from a robbery, The excerpt suggests that Shakur knew his own fate. That, somehow, he accepted the price for expressing his message; and that he knew the perpetrators would eventually succeed. This idea is expressed with even more chilling clarity in "Life Goes On":
"Bury me smilin', with G's in my pocket, have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it,... Give me a paper and pen so I can write about my life of sin, a couple a'bottles of gin in case I don't get in, tell all my people i'm a rider, nobody cries when we die"
The passage encourages Shakur's family and friends to celebrate his death. In a way, Tupac Shakur was a modern day Martin Luther King. Both men had a message. Both men knew that their message would incite retaliation. Both fought through adversity, in the face of defeat, to emerge victorious. Both served jail time; and both used that time to educate themselves. Both brought to light the unjust treatment of the under privileged. Both men celebrated and empowered the image of African Americans. Both men died so that we could be enlightened about issues commonly disregarded.
Shakur had an unbelievable ability to depict artistic prose with deep meaning. He articulated real world issues and problems; and he spoke for the people whose voices were often unheard. While many rap songs disrespect women; Tupac's music empowers, and shows respect to, them with songs like "Keep Ya Head Up", "Can U Get Away", and "Temptations". Also, tracks like "Unconditional Love", "Changes", and "Dear Mama" articulate even more of Shakur's message:
"Unconditional Love":
"Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings, all my peers doing years beyond drug dealin', How many caskets can we witness, before we see it's hard to live this life without God, so we must ask forgiveness, ask momma why God deserved to die? witness the tears falling free from my eyes before she could reply, for we were born without a sliver spoon, my broken down T.V., showed cartoons in my living room"
"Changes":
"And still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace? There's war in the streets and a war in the middle east, instead of war on poverty, they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me"
"Dear Mama":
"Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair, no love for my daddy cause the coward wasn't there, he passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger, wouldn't let me feel for a stranger, they say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along, I was looking for a father he was gone"
Shakur even addresses the musical and real world treatment of certain women in "Wonda Why They Call U Bitch". Once again, he attempts to address an issue rarely discussed. The message is obvious:
"Still looking for a rich man, you dug a ditch, got your legs up trying to get rich, I love you like a sister but you need to switch, and that's why they called you bitch, I betcha"
How many rap songs today discuss these issues? How many 'artists' discuss anything more than material possessions? How much of it actually manages to sound good while conveying reflective thoughts? I'm not being cynical, I'm merely asking. I invite you to leave your suggestions below. I could discuss much more of Shakur's music; I could probably write a book on the topic. However, I must leave you now... no... fuck that! I owe it to Shakur's legacy to continue. You can leave if you'd like; but I suggest you stick around and pay your respects.
There are entire college courses on the importance of literature and music. There are studies that attempt to delve into the minds of poets passed. Why then, is Shakur not included? Because he didn't limit his thoughts to conform to society? Because his prose wasn't accurately depicted using MLA Format? Fuck that, it's time to make some "Changes". Shakur was a poet; did you ever read this in your anthologies?
"And 2Morrow":
"Today is filled with anger, fueled with hidden hate, scared of being outcast, afraid of common fate, today is built on tragedies, which no one wants 2 face, nightmares to humanities, and morally disgraced, tonight is filled with rage, violence in the air, children bred with ruthlessness, because no one at home cares, tonight I lay my head down, but the pressure never stops, knawing at my sanity, content when I am dropped, but 2morrow I c change, a chance to build a new, built on spirit intent of heart, and ideals, based on truth, and tomorrow I wake with second wind, and strong because of pride, 2 know I fought with all my heart, 2 keep my dream alive"
As you may have noticed, the poem seems to omit Tupac's thug image. Shakur was a smart man; he knew that to gain attention, he had to cater to a community. To accurately distribute his message; he had to strip off the kid gloves and speak the brutal truth. Truth being, the fact that poverty stricken communities offer little to no chance of escape. Shakur elaborates on being alone in his struggle in "Me Against the World":
"More bodies being buried, I'm missing my homies in a hurry, they relocatin' to the cemetery, got me worried, stressin', my visions blurry, the question is will I live? no one in the world loves me, I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers, put one in the chamber, whenever I'm feeling this anger, don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is, what's the use?, unless we're shootin' no one notices the youth, it's just me against the world baby"
Messages and explanations are abound in Shakur's work. He elaborates on the repercussions of gang life in "So Many Tears" and "Lord Knows". He discusses the difficulty in rising out of the ghetto in "It Ain't Easy". He elaborates on how time changes friendships in "I Ain't Mad At Cha". He tributes his success to past musicians in "Old School". In contrast to other Rappers, He actually implicates his intentions for a relationships in "Heaven Ain't Hard 2 Find".
Shakur was a genius, and his influence will remain present in our culture; with or without your consent. However, I hope I have, at least, opened your eyes to the possibility of finding enjoyment outside of your comfort zone. Because, as powerful as the messages portrayed are; they wouldn't have excelled if they weren't fun to listen to; or, if they didn't inspire more than a head bob.
Well, it's "Check Out Time". I'll see you next week.
Da Menace
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Shaquille O'Neal "Strait Playin'" Review +
Yes, you read correctly; and no, this isn't a basketball blog. Shaq actually graced his horde of fans with a rap album; as if he wasn't dabbling in enough projects at the time. Flashback to 1996, Shaq was a god. He was the "Peyton Manning" of the mid 90's; appearing in television commercials and movies at will. He had his own video game, his own soda bottle, his own movies, and his own music... HIS OWN MUSIC?!? What?
At the time it didn't seem like such a bad idea. Shaq's explosive success gave him the option to do anything he wanted. Donald trump once said: "if you're going to be thinking, might as well think big." If I was arguing in favor of Shaq, I might have elaborated on that quote in an effort to prove a point; however, this Donald Trump quote is more pertinent to our discussion:
Apparently, Shaq never read that quote. Instead of using his influence to make the world a better place; he tapped into every money making scheme possible. Shaq wasn't happy with an appearance on the Wheaties box, or with an NBA championship; however, he should have been. Shaq's extra curricular activities never quite measured up to his performance on the court.
One word comes to mind when I think of Shaq's additional endeavors: STOP. The game "Shaq Fu" was epic fail and one of the worst video games ever. In his review of the game, James Rolfe sums it up as only he can:
Rolfe continues by mentioning a website that is dedicated to destroying every copy the game... yeah, it's that bad. Speaking of terrible Shaq media, his movie "Kazaam" was utter nonsense and a waste of film. The film was so bad, in fact, that it attracted the unfortunate attention of The Nostalgia Critic. His review of the film is spot on, if not a bit harsh:
So after failing miserably in two different entertainment mediums, Shaq releases an album. Might as well go for the hat trick, pal. Your past failures should have convinced you otherwise, Mr. O'Neal. Why add to the already ho-hum mid-90's rap selection? Save your country the embarrassment, just play ball.
To put my argument into perspective, consider this. The Big Slam Pepsi Bottle is the most endearing thing Shaq has ever done outside of Basketball. Think about it, the 1-Liter Pepsi bottle is Shaq's equivalent to the George Foreman Grill. If you exclude the fact that the George Foreman Grill has notable health benefits, the two are identical.
Both are extremely useful and will remain a part of American culture forever, unlike Shaq's non-sports related activities. You would think that such an amazing new soda bottling technology would have satisfied Shaq's thirst for the extra curricular...but alas, it didn't.
I guess I have no choice but to discuss the song now. Shaquille O'Neal's "Strait Playin'" is terrible. The lyrics are generic and resemble a bevy of other rap tracks. Of course, what's a rap song without references to the East and West sides? Could you please make a rap track that uses guitar or some orchestral instruments? Hell no, and kick the creativity down a notch too. Also, is everyone a bullet dodging player on the run? Cause we all know Shaq is a hardcore gangster. His "Kazaam" rap song solidifies that incarnation.
I'll admit that Shaq's track isn't as god awful as "Ice Ice Baby" or "Girl you Know it's True"; but that doesn't make it good by any stretch of the imagination. The chorus is unimpressive and spits way too fast. The message is meaningless: I miss playing when I'm playing. What the hell? Come on Shaq, use your influence to better the world, not to bring it toppling down under an incredible weight of suck. Thousands of kids everywhere looked to you for inspiration... and you gave them a generic song depicting yourself as a womanizing gangster. Thanks buddy. I hope Santa took a dump in your oddly shaped stalking.
"Strait Playin'" didn't catch on and never hit the Billboard charts in '96. Luckily, America's shit detecting sensors were firing on all cylinders after the Milli Vanilla Ice Age (the age of early nineties gutter music). The album "You Can't Stop the Reign" managed to only finagle a spot at #82 on the Billboard charts. Coincidentally, only 82 people bought it that weren't Lakers fans. So, in fact, "the Reign" was stopped, much to the delight of ears everywhere. I'm shocked to report that America passed the test. I don't have to explain why the hell we liked "Strait Playin'" so much! However, I fear that my defense of America's nostalgic music taste will be tested again soon. Do not pity me, for I am Da Musical Menace.
See you next week,
Da Menace
At the time it didn't seem like such a bad idea. Shaq's explosive success gave him the option to do anything he wanted. Donald trump once said: "if you're going to be thinking, might as well think big." If I was arguing in favor of Shaq, I might have elaborated on that quote in an effort to prove a point; however, this Donald Trump quote is more pertinent to our discussion:
"Experience taught me a few things. One is to listen to your gut, no matter how good something sounds on paper. The second is that you're generally better off sticking with what you know. And the third is that sometimes your best investments are the ones you don't make."
Apparently, Shaq never read that quote. Instead of using his influence to make the world a better place; he tapped into every money making scheme possible. Shaq wasn't happy with an appearance on the Wheaties box, or with an NBA championship; however, he should have been. Shaq's extra curricular activities never quite measured up to his performance on the court.
One word comes to mind when I think of Shaq's additional endeavors: STOP. The game "Shaq Fu" was epic fail and one of the worst video games ever. In his review of the game, James Rolfe sums it up as only he can:
"This game falls between the ass crack of basketball fans and fighting game fans; it doesn't please anybody."
Rolfe continues by mentioning a website that is dedicated to destroying every copy the game... yeah, it's that bad. Speaking of terrible Shaq media, his movie "Kazaam" was utter nonsense and a waste of film. The film was so bad, in fact, that it attracted the unfortunate attention of The Nostalgia Critic. His review of the film is spot on, if not a bit harsh:
"To heir is human, to make the worst piece of half-assed cow shit to ever star a bad acting seven foot basketball super star is unforgivable... if this movie was a dog, I'd have it put down. If this movie was a car, I'd have it impounded."
So after failing miserably in two different entertainment mediums, Shaq releases an album. Might as well go for the hat trick, pal. Your past failures should have convinced you otherwise, Mr. O'Neal. Why add to the already ho-hum mid-90's rap selection? Save your country the embarrassment, just play ball.
To put my argument into perspective, consider this. The Big Slam Pepsi Bottle is the most endearing thing Shaq has ever done outside of Basketball. Think about it, the 1-Liter Pepsi bottle is Shaq's equivalent to the George Foreman Grill. If you exclude the fact that the George Foreman Grill has notable health benefits, the two are identical.
Both are extremely useful and will remain a part of American culture forever, unlike Shaq's non-sports related activities. You would think that such an amazing new soda bottling technology would have satisfied Shaq's thirst for the extra curricular...but alas, it didn't.
I guess I have no choice but to discuss the song now. Shaquille O'Neal's "Strait Playin'" is terrible. The lyrics are generic and resemble a bevy of other rap tracks. Of course, what's a rap song without references to the East and West sides? Could you please make a rap track that uses guitar or some orchestral instruments? Hell no, and kick the creativity down a notch too. Also, is everyone a bullet dodging player on the run? Cause we all know Shaq is a hardcore gangster. His "Kazaam" rap song solidifies that incarnation.
I'll admit that Shaq's track isn't as god awful as "Ice Ice Baby" or "Girl you Know it's True"; but that doesn't make it good by any stretch of the imagination. The chorus is unimpressive and spits way too fast. The message is meaningless: I miss playing when I'm playing. What the hell? Come on Shaq, use your influence to better the world, not to bring it toppling down under an incredible weight of suck. Thousands of kids everywhere looked to you for inspiration... and you gave them a generic song depicting yourself as a womanizing gangster. Thanks buddy. I hope Santa took a dump in your oddly shaped stalking.
"Strait Playin'" didn't catch on and never hit the Billboard charts in '96. Luckily, America's shit detecting sensors were firing on all cylinders after the Milli Vanilla Ice Age (the age of early nineties gutter music). The album "You Can't Stop the Reign" managed to only finagle a spot at #82 on the Billboard charts. Coincidentally, only 82 people bought it that weren't Lakers fans. So, in fact, "the Reign" was stopped, much to the delight of ears everywhere. I'm shocked to report that America passed the test. I don't have to explain why the hell we liked "Strait Playin'" so much! However, I fear that my defense of America's nostalgic music taste will be tested again soon. Do not pity me, for I am Da Musical Menace.
See you next week,
Da Menace
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Milli Vanilli "Girl you know it's True" Review
What's up? Da Menace here and I am fucking irate. Why, you ask? Did I lose an arm or an uncle? Did my girlfriend leave me for a well endowed circus midget? Not yet. I think you all know why the hell I'm angry...and I suspect you think my anger is funny. laugh on, little people. Laugh as I tell you of stories of pain and testaments on human aural endurance. Laugh as I try to comprehend what kind of sick joke Milli Vanilli's dance choreographer was playing on the doomed duo. Laugh as I try to make sense of the unavoidable triple train wreck of a song that is "Girl you know it's true" by Mi... no... I refuse to ever type that name again. You know who it's by, or do you?
Well, do you? It certainly wasn't written or sung by Mi-Van. In fact, Mi-Van had to return their Grammy because they weren't even singers. They fooled the entire music industry into believing they were legit... a stiff contradiction to M.C. Hammer who believes you can never be "Too Legit to Quit"; more on that infectious dump later. While I am not ignoring the fact that Milli Va... uh, Mi-Van was at fault, I can't help but wonder what the hell the music industry was thinking. Are you fucking kidding me? how the hell did they ever even get to see a Grammy? They shouldn't be allowed to be in the same time zone of a Grammy. Let the Grammy represent Saddam's W.O.M.D. and Mi-Van represent the US agent that searched for them. Where are they Mi-Van? huh? Where are they? bitch! Did I mention that I'm angry?
Well of course I'm angry; i haven't even managed to review the damn song. And I use the word 'song' very sloppily. In fact, I revoke my use of the word 'song' and replace it with an applicable substitute: never mind. There is no word in the English lexicon that can accurately be substituted. Hell, look no further than the groups name, Milli Va... ni... nooo, I won't say it... I can't say it. If they used proper English wouldn't they be named Mellow Vanilla? Then they could have a duet with another 'unique' 'artist' and call it "Mellow Vanilla Ice". The 'borrowed' vocals and melody would surely get the collaboration a Grammy, and a featured role on Hollywood Squares.
Milli Vanilli "Girl you Know it's True" (p.s. I copy and pasted)
Did you see the intro conversation in the video? What kind of substitute for human interaction is this? Fire the acting coach:
After watching the intro, I'm thoroughly convinced that Milli's girl could be easily wooed by a chunk of concrete. The next 30 years... I mean seconds, of the video depict some seriously disturbing content: Mi-Van chests bumps to celebrate an off screen touchdown catch, the drummer attempts to shake ants out of his hair, and both 'artists' do several non-choreographed helicopter spins to set the tone for the song to come. There's nothing like a good helicopter spin to express your love to a woman.
As if I haven't suffered enough already, the lyrics begin to flow from an off screen singer. I will refrain from a full frontal attempt to explain the lyrics; more appropriately, I failed to come up with anything. Notes on the cutting room floor suggest that this song was an attempt at a heartfelt pop-crack ballad about a love for strange girls. In an attempt to impress the ladies, Mi-Van got drunk and did helicopter spins while lip syncing to a karaoke track. I mean come on, I've seen a pair of crippled gorillas with more rhythm; and they actually knew how to sing. Mi-Van even got a digital microwave to repeat the word girl each time they said "Girl you Know it's True". The microwave also makes random noises of emphasis throughout the song, yay! Brilliant.
I've had enough, this is too much. Now if you'll excuse me I am going to head to the nearest medical facility. See you next week (I hope),
Da Menace
Well, do you? It certainly wasn't written or sung by Mi-Van. In fact, Mi-Van had to return their Grammy because they weren't even singers. They fooled the entire music industry into believing they were legit... a stiff contradiction to M.C. Hammer who believes you can never be "Too Legit to Quit"; more on that infectious dump later. While I am not ignoring the fact that Milli Va... uh, Mi-Van was at fault, I can't help but wonder what the hell the music industry was thinking. Are you fucking kidding me? how the hell did they ever even get to see a Grammy? They shouldn't be allowed to be in the same time zone of a Grammy. Let the Grammy represent Saddam's W.O.M.D. and Mi-Van represent the US agent that searched for them. Where are they Mi-Van? huh? Where are they? bitch! Did I mention that I'm angry?
Well of course I'm angry; i haven't even managed to review the damn song. And I use the word 'song' very sloppily. In fact, I revoke my use of the word 'song' and replace it with an applicable substitute: never mind. There is no word in the English lexicon that can accurately be substituted. Hell, look no further than the groups name, Milli Va... ni... nooo, I won't say it... I can't say it. If they used proper English wouldn't they be named Mellow Vanilla? Then they could have a duet with another 'unique' 'artist' and call it "Mellow Vanilla Ice". The 'borrowed' vocals and melody would surely get the collaboration a Grammy, and a featured role on Hollywood Squares.
Milli Vanilli "Girl you Know it's True" (p.s. I copy and pasted)
Did you see the intro conversation in the video? What kind of substitute for human interaction is this? Fire the acting coach:
Girl: "So, what are you doing back?"
Milli: "Well, I sat back and thought about the things we used to do, it really meant a lot to me, you mean a lot to me."
Girl: "I really mean that much to you?"
Milli: "Girl, you know it's true."
After watching the intro, I'm thoroughly convinced that Milli's girl could be easily wooed by a chunk of concrete. The next 30 years... I mean seconds, of the video depict some seriously disturbing content: Mi-Van chests bumps to celebrate an off screen touchdown catch, the drummer attempts to shake ants out of his hair, and both 'artists' do several non-choreographed helicopter spins to set the tone for the song to come. There's nothing like a good helicopter spin to express your love to a woman.
As if I haven't suffered enough already, the lyrics begin to flow from an off screen singer. I will refrain from a full frontal attempt to explain the lyrics; more appropriately, I failed to come up with anything. Notes on the cutting room floor suggest that this song was an attempt at a heartfelt pop-crack ballad about a love for strange girls. In an attempt to impress the ladies, Mi-Van got drunk and did helicopter spins while lip syncing to a karaoke track. I mean come on, I've seen a pair of crippled gorillas with more rhythm; and they actually knew how to sing. Mi-Van even got a digital microwave to repeat the word girl each time they said "Girl you Know it's True". The microwave also makes random noises of emphasis throughout the song, yay! Brilliant.
I've had enough, this is too much. Now if you'll excuse me I am going to head to the nearest medical facility. See you next week (I hope),
Da Menace
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Top 5 with Da Menace
When it comes to the topic of terrible music, most of us will readily agree that I'm a hater. Where this agreement usually ends, however, is on the question of good music. Whereas some are convinced that I have a great taste in music. Others maintain that my opinion on music is terrible. While I realize that my opening statement is a parallel logistical concept; i use it to prove a point: Opinions are individual reflections that differ drastically between subjects. With these thoughts in mind, I give you exclusive permission to hate on every one of my current Top 5 songs:
#5- Hollywood Undead "Undead"
#4- Lionel Neykov "Freeze my Senses"
#3- The Sounds "Hurt You"
#2- Seether "Breakdown"
#1 Apocalyptica "I Don't Care (feat. Adam Gontier of Three Days Grace)"
The emotion produced by the chorus of "I Don't Care" is palpable. The lyrics suggest that: "If you were dead or still alive, I don't care, I don't care". However, the tension in the artist's voice suggests that he's lying; that he actually does care. As a listener, I feel like I'm struggling alongside the artist at his weakest point; and that somehow we will both persevere by the songs' conclusion. By persevere I mean continue, rather than the strict literal meaning which is to rise above; to conquer. As a songwriter, I realize how difficult a task catering to the masses can be. One wrong note or word can alienate potential listeners; so, when a song comes along that has the profound ability to bridge genres and attract unlikely listeners; I create a blog about it. Do not pity me, for I am Da Musical Menace.
Look for my next review soon,
Da Menace
#5- Hollywood Undead "Undead"
"Undead" is one of music's guilty pleasures. I listen to the track in awe, fully aware that it has no artistic contribution to the world. The lyrics range from hating on haters, to hating on girlfriends, to hating the game, and hating on hating the hating. However, "Undead" is a fun track when you don't want to invest much thought in your musical selection.
#4- Lionel Neykov "Freeze my Senses"
Lionel Neykov is a relatively unknown artist that I discovered on Youtube a few months ago. I've been listening to "Freeze my Senses" ever since. The track is a sweet little love song that uses almost childlike metaphors to attract listeners. The songs strongest part has got to be the chorus; it's unique, and it showcases the vocal range of Lionel Neykov. Probably not a track that you would expect a "Musical Menace" to listen to...what can I say, I'm just flexible like that.
#3- The Sounds "Hurt You"
You might recognize this song from the 'caveman' line of Geico commercials. I decided to pick up the track after Geico successfully manipulated my subconscious thoughts with subliminal messaging. Geico, so easy a caveman can do it; call now to save a lot of money on car insurance!... what... the... anyhow... back to the song. "Hurt You" is a good song and a fun one to listen to as well; so pick it up (on your way home from a Geico location near you).
#2- Seether "Breakdown"
"Breakdown" is a great new track by Seether that seems to draw inspiration from their previous album. While Seether's first single (from their latest album), "Fake it", was good; it didn't quite have that trademark sound Seether is known for. What sound am I talking about? Well the sound of desperation and emotional discourse, as seen in "Fine Again". Seether's previous tracks have expressed a desperate call for attention that showcased a viable form of pain and recovery through sound. Music is an aid to the soul; and I'm glad to report that "Breakdown" has the fix Seether fans have been waiting for.
#1 Apocalyptica "I Don't Care (feat. Adam Gontier of Three Days Grace)"
Kicking off the mood with Violins, "I Don't Care" sets a reflective pace. The melody begs for attention as it encourages inquiring ears to drop everything to listen. Not only is this the top song on my current list, it's one of my favorite songs in the past 5 years. The desperate mood I discussed for #2 steals the show here. Popular artist and successful songwriter Rob Thomas, in a response to why his music is sad, stated: "If I'm happy, I'm gonna go out and be happy, not write. Music is best expressed when your emotions are tied to it." (not an exact translation, just an expression of the point)
The emotion produced by the chorus of "I Don't Care" is palpable. The lyrics suggest that: "If you were dead or still alive, I don't care, I don't care". However, the tension in the artist's voice suggests that he's lying; that he actually does care. As a listener, I feel like I'm struggling alongside the artist at his weakest point; and that somehow we will both persevere by the songs' conclusion. By persevere I mean continue, rather than the strict literal meaning which is to rise above; to conquer. As a songwriter, I realize how difficult a task catering to the masses can be. One wrong note or word can alienate potential listeners; so, when a song comes along that has the profound ability to bridge genres and attract unlikely listeners; I create a blog about it. Do not pity me, for I am Da Musical Menace.
Look for my next review soon,
Da Menace
Sunday, February 1, 2009
"Ice, Ice, Baby" Review
Vanilla Ice’s debut album “To The Extreme” was released on August 28, 1990. The first track released from the album was “Ice, Ice, Baby.” The song permeated airwaves for months prior to the album’s release and managed to collect a huge fan base… What the hell were we thinking? I mean, looking back on this song I have no clue how I even tolerated listening to it. The lyrics have no meaning whatsoever; I don’t even think Vanilla Ice knew what the hell he was saying. See for yourself:
Excerpt from Vanilla Ice’s “Ice, Ice, Baby”
After reading that, I hope you’ve gained a newfound respect for me, and for what I’ve put myself through to review “Ice, Ice, Baby.” I had to listen to this song…three full times…I think I’m feeling dizzy. If start to fall, throw a pillow at me before I hit the ground. The song has definitely lost it’s appeal; in fact, “Ice, Ice, Baby” is well known as one of the most god awful atrocities ever berthed by the music industry. So if the song is so hated now, why was it revered then?
The music industry was in a transition phase in the early nineties. It was a time when many old 80’s bands had to pass the torch to new musicians with new sounds; sounds that were distinctly trying to create a new image. Vanilla Ice was created by this phenomenon. “Ice, Ice, Baby” was released at just the right time to victimize Americans everywhere who were eagerly trying to embrace a new sound.
All of my friends and I were huge fans of the song at the time. I remember listening to it on my walkman, jamming out while trying to do a complete 360 on the swing set. I listened to “Ice, Ice, Baby” on repeat everyday for weeks. However, the love faded quickly and as America’s newfound genre began getting a definition; Vanilla Ice got the boot. He should have been taking notes when Milli Vanilli got stripped of their Grammy, cause I’m not quite sure who was the biggest imposter in 1990.
So after listening to the song a few times this week, and attempting to figure just what the hell I liked about it; I’ve come to the conclusion that I have no conclusion. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking; 9 years old or not I was an idiot to fall victim to such a terrible song. If anything about the song still holds up, it’s the melody. Even today it makes you want to move. However, the melody is a complete rip-off of Queen and David Bowie’s “Under Pressure". Take a look. Ice says that he added a note so that it wouldn’t be considered plagiarism; what note? It sounds the same to me, Mr. Ice.
Now let’s talk about the lyrics…so yeah…the lyrics. What in the hell were you thinking Ice? You write like an alcoholic crackhead. Looking at the lyrics makes me think of the “Brain on drugs” commercial. I’ve heard rumors that LL Cool J’s 1990 release “Momma Said Knock You Out” was directed towards Vanilla Ice. I wouldn’t doubt it, cause my momma said knock him out too. I could go into an in depth discussion about the atrocities presented by the lyrics; but I need to brush the taste out of my mouth and Q-tip the remnants of sound from my quivering ears. Besides, you don’t really want me to repeat those awful lines, do you?
P.S: Leave your suggestions for future reviews in the comments tab… and then get off my blog before I make you listen to another shitty song.
“My Style’s like a chemical spill”
Da Menace
Excerpt from Vanilla Ice’s “Ice, Ice, Baby”
Yo VIP let's kick it
Ice ice baby (x2)
All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby vanillla (x4)
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my rag-top down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
Did you stop no I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead
Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells
After reading that, I hope you’ve gained a newfound respect for me, and for what I’ve put myself through to review “Ice, Ice, Baby.” I had to listen to this song…three full times…I think I’m feeling dizzy. If start to fall, throw a pillow at me before I hit the ground. The song has definitely lost it’s appeal; in fact, “Ice, Ice, Baby” is well known as one of the most god awful atrocities ever berthed by the music industry. So if the song is so hated now, why was it revered then?
The music industry was in a transition phase in the early nineties. It was a time when many old 80’s bands had to pass the torch to new musicians with new sounds; sounds that were distinctly trying to create a new image. Vanilla Ice was created by this phenomenon. “Ice, Ice, Baby” was released at just the right time to victimize Americans everywhere who were eagerly trying to embrace a new sound.
All of my friends and I were huge fans of the song at the time. I remember listening to it on my walkman, jamming out while trying to do a complete 360 on the swing set. I listened to “Ice, Ice, Baby” on repeat everyday for weeks. However, the love faded quickly and as America’s newfound genre began getting a definition; Vanilla Ice got the boot. He should have been taking notes when Milli Vanilli got stripped of their Grammy, cause I’m not quite sure who was the biggest imposter in 1990.
So after listening to the song a few times this week, and attempting to figure just what the hell I liked about it; I’ve come to the conclusion that I have no conclusion. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking; 9 years old or not I was an idiot to fall victim to such a terrible song. If anything about the song still holds up, it’s the melody. Even today it makes you want to move. However, the melody is a complete rip-off of Queen and David Bowie’s “Under Pressure". Take a look. Ice says that he added a note so that it wouldn’t be considered plagiarism; what note? It sounds the same to me, Mr. Ice.
Now let’s talk about the lyrics…so yeah…the lyrics. What in the hell were you thinking Ice? You write like an alcoholic crackhead. Looking at the lyrics makes me think of the “Brain on drugs” commercial. I’ve heard rumors that LL Cool J’s 1990 release “Momma Said Knock You Out” was directed towards Vanilla Ice. I wouldn’t doubt it, cause my momma said knock him out too. I could go into an in depth discussion about the atrocities presented by the lyrics; but I need to brush the taste out of my mouth and Q-tip the remnants of sound from my quivering ears. Besides, you don’t really want me to repeat those awful lines, do you?
P.S: Leave your suggestions for future reviews in the comments tab… and then get off my blog before I make you listen to another shitty song.
“My Style’s like a chemical spill”
Da Menace
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Schedule outline
While they rarely admit as much, musicians often take for granted that their tracks will become outdated. Some people believe that nostalgic media shouldn't be judged according to current standards because trend changes alter perspectives. Great songs of the past contradict these staunch beliefs. Why shouldn't we criticize Billy Ray Cyrus' "Achy Breaky Heart" if we praise Queen's "We are the Champions"? Queen's diddy is still relevant when applied to today's standards while Billy Ray Cyrus' track is a source of laughter for most music fans.
Starting next week, I will begin reviewing nostalgic tracks of the 80's and 90's. To appease critics who believe that music appreciation is time-sensitive; I will review the tracks with regards to why we loved/ hated them then and why we hate them even more now. This blog is purposed to entertain and enlighten; don't take anything I say too seriously and enjoy!
See you next week,
Da Menace
Starting next week, I will begin reviewing nostalgic tracks of the 80's and 90's. To appease critics who believe that music appreciation is time-sensitive; I will review the tracks with regards to why we loved/ hated them then and why we hate them even more now. This blog is purposed to entertain and enlighten; don't take anything I say too seriously and enjoy!
See you next week,
Da Menace
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Introduction to the Madness
I'm Da Musical Menace. Currently I'm a full time student with enough time on my hands to balance the national deficit. Well, maybe not that much time!
This blog is going to be a multi-faceted look into the life of a wanna be songwriter (Me) who reviews music, both old and new, to expose the disastrous effects that it had on our childhoods. This blog will be most nostalgic for the mid-to-late 20's crowd or those with knowledge of shitty 90's music.
Additionally, I will add my own shitty music to the fray and ask that you, the audience review it as it stacks up to the competition. Most of all, I just want to have fun with this blog and entertain my audience to boot.
Inspirations for this blog come from James Rolfe, The Angry Video Game Nerd, and The Nostalgia Critic. Both artists use quick wit and sick humor to illustrate their points. If you haven't checked them out yet then get the hell out of here and go get some!
Da Menace
This blog is going to be a multi-faceted look into the life of a wanna be songwriter (Me) who reviews music, both old and new, to expose the disastrous effects that it had on our childhoods. This blog will be most nostalgic for the mid-to-late 20's crowd or those with knowledge of shitty 90's music.
Additionally, I will add my own shitty music to the fray and ask that you, the audience review it as it stacks up to the competition. Most of all, I just want to have fun with this blog and entertain my audience to boot.
Inspirations for this blog come from James Rolfe, The Angry Video Game Nerd, and The Nostalgia Critic. Both artists use quick wit and sick humor to illustrate their points. If you haven't checked them out yet then get the hell out of here and go get some!
Da Menace
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