Oh Maggie Cho…oh…
Is it me or does it seem like the last thing ol’ crazy pants Maggie Cho needs is a warbling peacock tattoo around her arm jelly? And…are those Doc Martens in the first pic?
Oh Maggie Cho…
Or maybe, coinki-kink?
So I love me some Solange. Homegirl is all types of batshit, bowlegged, Creole ka-ray-zaaay! Plus she’s got some unsettling obsession with goofy green screen technology that make my eyes feel barfy. Here’s new video, “Sandcastle Disco.” It’s like Diana Ross hosted Sesame Street and made everybody take ‘shrooms.
Plus it’s got similar drums to this…which I enjoy…
To me, it’s just a little too similar to this foolishness below which is basically every social worker’s nightmare. We’ve got Wacko Jacko, Dr. Doolittle and the Harlem Boys Choir skipping as CGI hearts fly around in their too-90s video, “What’s Up With You?” I’m expecting Roger Rabbit to waddle out with a cock ring any minute.
What’s up with you, indeed.
Who is Cazwell?
Nola Darling. This is what happens when you have pussy. These girls are so extra untalented. They got a cute name, bubble behinds, long but still natural hair and lip gloss. So that means they got men willing to give up studio expertise for just a peek at the poon.
They do scratchy, tuneless ragga mixed with electro (because that’s the only thing anyone ever does!!!! GAAAAAHHH!!) with the grace of a paraplegic orgy. And they’re Haitian which is ok as long they can pass for Puerto Rican.
I just hate overhypeness.
You’ve been warned.
I didn’t want to, but I like Peter Hadar. He is actually worth the hype. He sounds like Dwele – let’s not pretend otherwise. And its cool to see one of those downtown guys with meat. He looks like a lumberjack with an MPC.
Although sometimes he seems too old to be dressing like he got up on the fucked up side of the Crayola box.
Planets, Painted, Purple Pill and Sleeping Pills will flare your nostrils.
But this shit is genius…
I”ve got a law degree…and I thank god for that…
So Musiq Soulchild bent over and wagged his asscheeks in the open air for the charts. How ghey. His new video “Radio” and his whole -fauxhawk-tight teans swagger is so 2006. And 2006 sucked.
It’s catchy (or something) but it’s not what you go to Musiq for. Stevie Wonder could make shitty emo but like, why? If you’re gonna fake a personality, at least make it provocative. He could channel a blinged-out, tanned Marc Jacobs. That ho’s got the crazy for real.