Pass me my pom poms and ra-ra skirt cos I’m heading up the cheerleaders for this clip — it’s a masterpiece! Let’s consider Run’s setup for a moment. Gnarls Barkley find themselves in an imaginary late ’80s public access show called City Vibin’ — “the double number one, crazy-fresh show” — compered by a boob
It’s our special Resorts issue, and I’ve just been to two. The first was the rather auspicious four-star Rydges resort in Port Douglas. Newly and totally refurb’ed, the food was amazing, my apartment room was very well appointed and I had a very nice time indeed. A day later I found myself at the Parkgate
This column admits to being less than reverential to the fripperies of pop music. Undoubtedly, high-quality ‘serious’ music contemporary exists and is happily consumed by serious-minded music lovers; but as soon as you combine any manner of music with a video clip, well, then all bets are off. My point? Music video clips are almost
I’ve been flicking through an international club/disco mag and the ads run by Chinese OEM audio/lighting companies stand out like a Chinaman in a Stetson. The naivete of these ads is absolutely gob-smacking. Peppered with thumbnail shots of sprawling factories and jaw-dropping examples of ‘Engrish’, they’re strangely compelling. For example, ZYT’s snappy motto is “the
The Spice Girls eh? What a phenomenon, manufactured in a way that only the Poms can. And, back in 1996, it was all about Girl Power. What a beautifully elegant invention: bring together five feisty young ladies — vocal talents optional — board them in a share house, and unleash them on a teeny/tweeny market
I don’t think I’m being unfair when I say that hotels have been violently keel-hauled into the IT-centric 21st century. This issue we profile the Smart Hotel trend, and it’s been a long time in coming (the movement not the article). Commerce has been ‘double-duplexing their asynchronous PBX feeds’ for years but hotels have been
I don’t know how it came to be there, but right next to In This Life in my iTunes playlist is a little ‘dialog’ box that states ‘CLEAN’. This is Delta Goodrem’s latest, world-beating, power ballad that we’re talking about. Cracking song. Meanwhile, last issue’s Video Watch also comes with an iTunes warning, only it’s
venue’s graphic designer, Dom, calls it the ‘screaming arse’. Which might be a tad brutal but it’s very evocative. I mean, there’s no doubting the power of the image in question — extreme, profound and unremitting discomfort. And we’ve all experienced it. After, say, 10 minutes you start to get a little restless… restive even…
Here’s a first: a ‘Director’s Cut’ version of a video clip. Right, well, we’d best suspend voting on the Golden Globes then… ‘Director’s Cut’ indeed… how very grandiose. Personally, when I think Director’s Cut I think of the cut that started it all: Blade Runner. Since then ‘Director’s Cut’ has been synonymous with ‘Boring Cut’
It’s truly amazing what heights of creativity, what depths of emotion, what breadth of possibilities can be explored in a music video when a pop group isn’t fronted by some perky Pop Idol poppet. Check any music video chart you care to mention you’ll see the usual suspects’ names crop topping up with more monotony