Shut Up, Dude: This Week’s Best Comments

Really glad she changed the lyric, but considering the original lyric was meant to slant rhyme with "city", I'd like to nominate someone else who could be a reference:

Is there a word limit to differentiate a rave song from a dance song?It didn't occur to me until relistening to today's song (which I will never NOT call "Yellow Diamonds").There's, what, less than 20 words total in 'We Found Love'?So, rave songs are all about repetition; a dance song actually has some kind of storyline?Who's with me??!!

I mention this because my goodness, can Rihanna sell just a few words.That's why she's such a primo guest artist too - she's a slinky panther to Ludacris' Texas longhorn megaphone hype.It's inexplicable, the appeal, and you can't get enough, but you're taunted throughout the song because you know if you get more it'll ruin it, but damn it it sounds so awesome....

100% agree, with anyone else singing this, it'd suck.But the fact this song is so freeing and fun even for stone cold sober people in the middle of the work day without any glo-sticks is totally because of Rihanna.I'd love to hear someone (vivek???!!!) explain what it is about the music key in this song that triggers such an immediate response of smiles and happiness?

This song leaves me in a hopeless place.It's the emptiest song to have hit #1 in awhile, and yet it's somehow still full of life.

9/10

The Brian Jonestown Massacre Massacre.

“…there are many forward-thinking cities that are eager to bring this technology to their communities.”

How do you type this sentence and then just go on with your day like you’re a regular person?

It’s not a technology. It’s a giant LED screen. There’s nothing forward thinking about it. It’s not for communities. Communities aren’t longing for giant LED screens.

It’s Weird Al’s “Frank’s 2000 Inch TV” made real.

A sad day: this is the equivalent of me seeing a headline that says, "Peanut Butter takes out restraining order against Jelly."

I still think you should call it "Twitter" until Musk stops deadnaming his trans child

HELL YES.

In the realm of the Horrible Voices Coming Through My Sister's Door, Kate Bush was the possessor of the horriblest, the undisputed queen. How anyone could choose to listen to this screechy, cracked-reedy shriek of a singer was utterly beyond me. Add to that a name that made 12-year-old me snicker (never mind that it was one she shared with our Vice President at the time, which I never questioned), an album title that full-on made me laugh (Hounds Of Love? Ridiculous) and a cover that did the same and you had a singer there was no way I was ever, ever going to accept.

Then I saw the cover of The Whole Story.

Okay, I had already fallen deep into Peter Gabriel's So by then, which weakened my resolve against Bush ever so slightly. But folks. When you're flipping through the LPs at the library and Kate Bush's face is staring at your pubescently heterosexual male self with giant eyes in full 12-inch glory, sometimes you just figure, "What the hell, costs me nothing, spacecitysister likes it, right?" (Look, it doesn't matter how you get there, only that you get there, and anyway, I was a teenager, I wasn't in control.) Wham: "Wuthering Heights" knocked me flat right away, then the photo of Bush from the cover of her Live EP, then "Cloudbusting," then the flood. The Dreaming was the very first album I ever bought on compact disc, and it remains, to this day, an absolute masterpiece. She's singing in a different voice on every single song. It's amazing. Kate Bush is amazing. Listen to your sister, people.

The Sensual World was the very first Bush album to come out once I was all in (or in enough, as I'd acquired The Kick Inside and yes Hounds Of Love on cassette by then) , and it was a real good one, folks. Not as good as "Love And Anger" itself, though. How good is "Love And Anger"? It starts out already shivering. Then it builds and builds, bit by bit, taking its patient time, adding drums and those power chords at the chorus and the backing vocals and everything until it's finally so flippin' huge that David Gilmour has to show the fuck up out of nowhere to deliver arguably the best guitar lead he's played since The Wall. And it all ends with Bush, right in our ear, murmuring "Yeah." One of her absolute best, even as it's one of the least pants-around songs she ever did after she took full control of her music, and if it couldn't scale the wall of the U.S. market, nothing was going to. At least not until Hawkins was in danger.

It's one of my greatest musical regrets that I didn't act on my impulse to buy a ticket to her Before The Dawn London residency and just pay the fucking plane fare and hotel fee for a night. I thought about it, a lot. I just couldn't pull the trigger. More fool me.

"Love And Anger." It's a 10, mofos.

BJM onstage brawling? The earth is healing

And Flying Up The Modern Rock Charts On Its Way To Peaking at No.18… it’s The Stone Roses and “I Wanna Be Adored.” It appears that they are getting their wish.

Sometime in the mid-30s, nobody really knows when, blues-performer Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil at the crossroads of Highways 49 and 61 in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Or maybe it was Tommy Johnson a decade or so before that. Or maybe selling your soul – in return for ghoulish levels of guitar-shredding talent – is just some shit that blues performers used to say.

Either way, Ian Brown has gone one better. Going down to the crossroads in order to sell his soul to the devil is totally superfluous to Ian. Why? Because The Devil is already in him. And that’s the off-the-charts levels of egomania and rock’n’roll myth creation that we quickly learnt to expect, and adore, from The Stone Roses. Half a decade later we’d discover that this sort of thing is pretty much a Mancunian character trait.

Selling his soul would have been superfluous anyway, since it only works in relation to guitar-shredding. Did John Squire sell his soul then? I guess we’ll never know.

“I Wanna Be Adored” was of course the opening track from The Stone Roses’ debut self-titled album, the final track – of the original pressing anyway - going one further by claiming to be the resurrection (“I Am The Resurrection” is a 10). Suitably then, “I Wanna Be Adored” almost sounds like a resurrection. The first minute and a half of “I Wanna Be Adored”, sees The Stone Roses walking through the shadows of the valley of death, struggling to make themselves heard through murky depths of Manchester’s industrial smog… at least until John Squire’s guitar riff breaks through the haze to declare unto the world, “The Stone Roses Hath Cometh.”

“I Wanna Be Adored” is a 9.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4D2qcbu26gs

Every time I see this on Hulu I read it as if it's asking me to imagine that Las Vegas is where dragons live.

She must’ve wished on a monkey’s paw to ask that reviews would stop accusing her of “selling out”

You know that feeling you get – that awful, sinking feeling – when you have to do something that you know is wrong, that you know that you’ll never forgive yourself for, but you simply don’t see any realistic alternative but to go through with it?

That feeling you get when you are listening to a song and you hear “girl look at that body.” And you think, that would be fun to do at karaoke. But you know it’s wrong.

And then you hear “I work out!” And you think, that would be fun to do at karaoke. But still, you know it’s wrong.

And then you hear: “wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah!” And you realize, God help me, that would be fun to sing at karaoke. In fact, that’s a karaoke clincher! But still… it’s wrong.

I’ve struggled with my conscience. I’ve tried to talk myself out of it. But I don’t see any realistic alternative. I’m going to have to go through with it. I’m going to have to give “Sexy And I Know It” TEN MICROPHONES!!! 🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤

I’m going to have to go offline for a while now to cower in embarrassment and think about what I’ve done.

But abusing altar boys, we look the other way...

Wow, I loved reading this. I love these types of profile interviews.I remember how much I used to like reading the ones from the Fader 10 years ago.

It's that time again!

#1 songs from 2011 that I will always stay in the car to hear the end of:

1. Firework, Katy Perry

2. We Found Love, Rihanna

3. Rolling in the Deep, Adele

4. Moves Like Jagger, Maroon 5 (I said what I said, as the kids say)

Would always leave on, but not necessarily stay in the car:

5. Born This Way, Lady Gaga

6. Last Friday Night, Katy Perry

7. Give Me Everything, Pitbull

Might or might not leave on:

8. S&M, Rihanna

9. Black and Yellow, Wiz Khalifa\

10. Someone Like You, Adele

11. Party Rock Anthem, LMFAO

Wouldn't leave on if driving but wouldn't ask a driver to turn off:

12. Grenade, Bruno Mars

13. ET, Katy Perry

14. Hold It Against Me, Britney Spears

Would always turn off and would ask a driver to turn off if I were a passenger:

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It’s “Roam”! The greatest travel-inspiration mood board ever to be set to music. No wonder it’s been used in advertisements for Discovery Channel, Subaru, and most recently, Marriot.

Or is it?

According Cindy, “Roam” about death – presumedly Ricky’s - and the soul leaving your body, to “roam around the world.” This checks out: I’ve often wondered how The B-52s expect us to “roam around the world”, “without" the use of either "wings" or "wheels.” What did they expect us to do??!?! Did they expect us to just WALK?!?! No, they just expect us to float around like a ghost. That makes perfect sense. Also, zero carbon emissions.

“Roam” is also the The B-52s’ song of choice for Fred Schneider-haterz since it contain zero-Schneiderisms! Although you can still watch his bemused facial expressions in the video. Everyone wins!!

“Roam” is a 10!

Despite all the hassle I'm still just a mouse in a castle

I'm here for this next step in SG evolution, and I hope you can make it sustainable!!! (Music journalism, like indie music itself, is crushed by a cruel and unfair system. It takes a succession of little miracles to make it.)

Nice article too -- Love the casual banter among friends vibe more than a standard Q&A format.

The Kele / Clarkson Show

Always have in-depth music convos with my older relatives on Thanksgiving. The old people really dug boygenius this year, and after SNL, the consensus was "the small one is the star."

PHOTO SHOOT?! GO HEAD, STEREOGUM!