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Oh, Chromeo, will I ever get tired of your inventive, slick, hilarious music videos? Probably not. Getting chicks explosively pregnant? The only other person I’ve seen pull that trick is my dad. HEEYYYOOOOOO.
Anyways, this video rules and you should watch it. Why do I even say that? Of course it rules. That’s why it’s here. If it was bad, I would let you know. Otherwise, from here on out, let’s just assume that the video is going to be awesome if you see it here on The Black Laser.
I’m not feeling particularly clever right now. My head hurts. Watch the thingie.
Look, Mr. Rapist, we all know that you only wanted to ask her if the rag smelled like chloroform, but you picked the wrong psychic demon girl to try and force yourself upon. Now, you’ll never force yourself on anyone again.
Obviously inspired by Chris Cunningham’s “Come to Daddy” video, this video is one of the slickest pieces I’ve seen in a while (forgiving the dodgy demon CG at points). Certainly, when I think of Dubstep (Brostep, really), these sorts of visuals are what comes to mind: wet, cityscapes, green, darkness, grit. It’s a point I’ve discussed before.
I hope Skrillex gets the opportunity to make more videos like this. It is really, really cool.
http://youtu.be/Kz5Nak3wqtY
You know how earlier I was all, “Blah blah blah boobies blah blah blah cheeseburgers instead”? You don’t? Ok, WELL, this video makes me feel a similar thing in the sense that it makes me want to throw eggs at people, granted that those people are hot chicks in gold bathing suits. You know, that raises another question: would anyone actually go swimming in one of those things or are they purely for lounging pool/oceanside?
The song itself is pretty good for slick ass synthy disco music. I’m into it. I’d listen to this album while throwing a dance party, driving through the desert, or cooking dinner. Those are all suitable venues for these guys. The woman singer’s voice reminds me of the woman from Vocoder quite a bit, but separated by time and geography and grocerystoreness.
I dug around Spotify, Amazon, and the Googles for more on these guys but all I can find is their Myspace and Facebook pages which seems to indicate that they’re fairly new on the scene. I hope to see and hear more out of these folks in the future as I can never really have too much cheesey synthy dance music in my life. They have a few more videos which I’ll be posting over the next few days intermingled with other content so you don’t get too overwhelmed.
You know, I suspect I am supposed to be all, “Oh damn, look at these fly honies! I LOVE fly honies!” after watching this music video for a song I’ve never heard before by someone who I’ve never heard of, but, really, all I thought was, “Damn, I want a burger.”
Who wants to eat a burger with me tonight? My fridge is broken so I had to toss its contents which means no din-din at home. Let’s eat burgers!
Oh yes. Everything about this is so tragically boring that I can’t help but love it a little bit. The racing stripes in his hair. The unbelievably shitty video production. The terrible song. His beach short shorts. Everything. All of it. Everything forever and ever and ever.
Terrible. Magnificent. I don’t even really know how to feel. I am not sure if I appreciate this for its sublime tackiness or for its dreadful earnestness. I am not even sure that I don’t completely hate it. What are all these feelings inside of me for Stevie B?! Do I empathize with his plight in this song or do I find him to be a simpering melodramatic buffoon? Oh, Stevie B, what horrible terrors you have wrought upon my fragile brain! I pray for clarity!
He reminds me a little of this guy except that I know how I feel about Farley. Spoiler alert: I love him.
Well, don’t worry because Swedish website Klubbland (it means “Club Land”) has posted a little video of a walk around with the band followed by three live songs. Go with Cut Copy as they get their morning coffee (YUM!), go to the record store (TOPICAL!), and play some super dance beats (OONTZ! OONTZ!). Do yourself a favor, though, and crank the volume. The levels on the video are frankly tepid.
Great band and having just today listened to their three records in order, I have to say they’ve made tremendous growth since Bright Like Neon Love. If you’ve not heard Cut Copy and like things that are fun and dancey and good, check them out. If you like Cut Copy, you already know what I’m talking about and I love you.