Why should you do such a silly thing? Because, as long as you get that shiny first “I” into your image, you could win a trip to new London superclub Matter on New Year’s Eve to see 2 many DJs, Hed Kandi and dear old Elton John, who with any luck will not be playing his dreadful new Christmas song.
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Famed feuder Stephen Colbert is at it again, this time mirroring the sales-enhancing feuds favoured by hip-hop types.
He’s got his own album out, see, A Colbert Christmas – but at the time of writing it’s languishing at number 16 on the iTunes chart. The reason? Kanye West, apparently, whose 808s & Heartbreak currently sits at number one.
Today Colbert appeals to you, the public, to help him in his cause by buying his album instead. Not the most sophisticated of appeals, but amusingly delivered as always…
Apparently LazyTown is an all-singing, all-dancing kiddies’ programme from Iceland. Apparently Lil John is a crunky personage from America. There’s a reason the universe keeps such disparate musical elements apart, but such logic is hard to fathom when you witness the result of placing them together.
Catchy, amusing and utterly, inappropriately filthy, this collaboration will only be safe for work if you happen to make your living in an illegal manner. Make sure you check it when you get home though, and then try getting it out of your head.
This reminds me of that time I tried to wank off a spotlight. I was similarly unsuccessful.
Of course, as YouTube smart-arse dukinitout comments, “you cannot ‘fellate’ a microphone. You could say she ‘simulates fellatio using a microphone? as a prop’, but to say this cheap stunt for attention is actually ‘fellatio performed upon a microphone’ is incorrect.”
Yes, the semantics are the important point here, aren’t they?
Looks like this past weekend was quite a one for TV in the US. As you might have heard, it saw the final edition of Total Request Live, which has led to sadness akin to when Top Of The Pops was axed over here (even though TRL only lasted ten years).
Meanwhile, on long-running-but-distinctly-patchy comedy showcase Saturday Night Live, things got reeeal camp. If by “camp” you mean “hetero men dressing weird and putting on that funny gay voice they do when they want to appear all queer and stuff”. This was all, apparently, as an unofficial reaction to California’s controversial recent Proposition 8.
So, if you want to see Justin Timberlake in a unitard dancing behind Beyonce, you’ll get your jollies after the jump.
As someone in my office said yesterday: “Stephen Fry is an internet meme all by himself, isn’t he?”
Not much my words can add to the magnificence of “A Bit Of Fry And Jay-Z”, really. Just watch it and prepare yourself for LOLZ.
Those ‘mericans are very good at getting hipster types to perform on their kids’ TV shows. For proof, go and read this article at The Lipster, which details the shining indiestars who have graced the borderline-psychedelic studios of Yo Gabba Gabba.
Of course Sesame Street has been inviting unlikely guest stars onto its sidewalks for years now (see this/this). One of their recent guests were indtwee popsters Tilly And The Wall. If you don’t know your ABC, they will give you some pointers after the jump.
Perhaps these OAPs are hitching a cynical ride on the Young At Heart bandwagon, but you know that there’s no surer way of melting your own cynicism than to watch some old folk doing modern songs.
And during Nelly’s “Hot In Herre” they actually do take off their… robes. Phew.
This only hit YouTube five days ago but has already racked up almost 300,000 views. It’s Panic At The Disco in a video that cost less than the amount of internet you used to leave the last page you were on and reach this one.
But it is a delightfully catchy little ditty, with an “Everybody screee-eee-eeeam!” bit in the chorus that you will be whistling for the rest of the day as you merrily insert razorblades into cookies.
Tomorrow it will become redundant for the next 364 days so make sure you watch it nowishly, won’t you? CLICK THAT
Have you been watching Dead Set this week? For foreign folk who don’t know what I’m gwanning about, this is a TV horror drama special written by one of the UK’s most acerbic TV critics, Charlie Brooker.
Charlie boy is so angryamusing that he inspires almost religious devotion from some folk who read his columns and watch his TV-about-how-shit-TV-is. He also inspires bands you’ve never heard of, like The Attery Squash, to compose and record sub-Republica dancealongs devoted to him.
You want proof? YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE PROOF. But it’s after the jump anyway.
You can also buy the track here.