Who the f are the Pussycat Dolls?
Ok. I know who they are, but why the f should I care? I know they're kind of a burlesque dance troupe who have their own show at Caesar's Palace, and once boasted Carmen Electra as a fan. Does this qualify them as a pop group? Furthermore, are the members of the group also part of the dance troupe? or is this something they're looking to franchise? It all wreaks of capitalism to me. Are they the Spice Girls in disguise? And what's really been bothering me - it looks as if they have five or six (maybe seven) members, but how come only one of them sings?
The Pussycat Dolls have already released two singles that were almost worthy of a mention in this column. In March, however, they stepped it up a notch - with a little help. It takes real skill to have your song stand out as the worst and to achieve this distinction, they would have to call on a true awful song master - Will.I.Am of the Black Eyed Peas.
Once I saw Will.I.Am in the video, I knew I'd found my worst song for March. Knowing that rhyming two different words together is not Will.I.Am's strongsuit, the Dolls gave him a chorus that does not require it. "It's funny how a man only thinks about the (beeping noise)," he half-raps. I should mention that the beeping noise is not any censorship on my part, but actually part of the song, called "Beep." He continues, "You got a real big heart, but I'm looking at your (beep)/ You got real big brains, but I'm looking at your (beep)/ Girl, there ain't no pain in me looking at your (beep)." Now, this use of the beep edit is bad rip-off of Missy Elliot's "Work It" - which was awesome, as well as way more clever in how it kept itself clean, while implying something explicit.
Once Will.I.Am has done his part, the only Doll who actually sings comes in, and for a second I thought she was going to go, "So, tell me/what you want/what you really, really want." She didn't, instead half-rapping, "I don't give a (beep)/ Keep looking at my (beep)/ 'Cause it don't mean a thing if you're looking at my (beep)/ I'm a do my thing while you're playing with your (beep)/ Ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha." Now, I could complain about how this continues the gawker/ stalker trend of songs sung by women (that started with "My Humps") marketed to young girls, with the explicit message that the only thing worth striving for is a physical appearance which invites sexual harrassment. But, I'll let that one be - as something else is bothering me.
I cannot figure out for the life of me, where they are supposed to be. I assumed they were at a club, and Will.I.Am saw this girl, and was checking out her (beep). She noticed and was, like, "cool, keep checking out my (beep)." But then he started to play with his (beep). Now, there are few things a guy can "play with" that need to be "beeped" - in fact I can think of one. And, I don't think you can play with it at a club.
::Previous 2006 Worst Songs::
1 January ("Wings of a Butterfly," H.I.M.)
2 February ("Unpredictable," Jaime Foxx)
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When a Pussycat Dolls video comes on, I just hit mute. They are supremely hot...but I would never consider them musical artists, no more than Milli Vanilli.
OK, I just listened to the song...I've heard better sounds come out of an old man's butt at a buffet.
This makes me miss Milli Vanilli. This video has the absolute worst of everything, manufactured hotties, that guy from Black Eyed Peas (possibly my most hated band), and rampant sexist turned in upon itself.
Good choice. I'm just sorry that you had to subject yourself to it in order to choose it.
From your description, it sounds like a nice companion please to "My Humps". Unfortunately in my wealth of exclusively useless knowledge I have accumulated the fact that indeed the "PCD" "music" group are in fact a marketing franchise and that the original burlesque show has moved to Las Vegas.
Aw man I get so depressed about this sort of sh*t. I hardly ever watch tv (yes I'm human) and when I do there's always this kind of crap on!
well...sigh...haha...
I'm currently listening to Kashmir, thats a nice band with some subtle nuances and nice twists.
C.
gawd I love you barbara - I, too, detest blackeyed peas!
Why does watching/listening to this make me feel like I need to check my shoes and see if I tracked dogshit into the house?
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