In a world where Charlotte Church is changing her name to Charlotte Bordello (and swearing like a thirsty trooper); and in an era when the Welsh Boys Choir is in the studio doing an album of Notorious Big covers, at least we have Mariah Carey. Mariah, for the best part of 38 and half years
The Material Girl lives a quiet, bucolic existence at Ashcombe — her pile in the English countryside. According to USA Today (that useless newpaper, which seems to be the ‘Stateside’ hoteliers’ rag of choice for stuffing under doors) Maddie likes to wile away the hours riding horses, fishing and getting about on her treadly. Maddie
In a week where the charts have included the scattergun ramblings of an animated klein krokodil (“shnappi schappi schappi”), you could be forgiven for suspecting that My Humps might be a riposte from his Bactrian buddy. But no, My Humps is the latest joint from R&B worldbeaters, Black Eyed Peas.
“Crazy Frog is an abomination.” “Crazy Frog makes novelty pap like The Teletubbies and Bob the Builder sound like Shostakovich.” “Crazy Frog’s so-called ‘hit’ is a tissue-thin fabrication — a blip on the musical landscape… an aberration. It’s a substandard pastiche of someone else’s hard work, a shoddy piece of animation, and a ‘lyric’ that
Mario is undoubtedly the nice guy of R&B. His clean-cut credentials are beyond reproach. He’s not one of those dubious R Kelly types. Oh no. In fact, just to ensure there’s no confusion, the video kicks off with a peculiar little visual anacrucis. As the intro vamps away in the distance we see Mario with
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a big fan of Gwen Stefani. Her songs are almost uniformly interesting and her music is so professionally produced she could be singing the words to a Victa lawnmower manual while playing Rolf Harris’s wobble board and you’d still be rushing to the nearest dancefloor. All that’s a complete ‘given’.
Kelly Clarkson – Since U Been Gone (Official Music Video). Watch more top selected videos about: Kelly Clarkson I’m aware that many of our readers have a nagging suspicion that music video clips are the ultimate vapourware of our generation — expensively-generated three-minute visual vignettes that wash over you like a Bertelsmann-sponsored summer shower. Well
There’s lots of jokes flying around about Anthony Callea at the moment, nasty stuff about him being a warbling homunculus or the type of Sicilian midget the Mafia prefer to use as police bait, but I reckon he’s luckier than that. Given his taste in torch songs this first single could well have been some
I’m a huge devotee of R&B/hip hop music videos because they touch me in a real-life kinda way. Take, for example, this little number from Usher entitled, ‘Yeah’. Our man – looking like no popcorn-pointing usher I’ve seen of late… but no matter – lays down a salutary tale to unsuspecting young male urban types