Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Kesha


What a bad idea this was, to start a blog about bad music, not only do I now put myself through the horrors of listening to the most awful shit the human race has ever laid down on compact disc, but I also now have a venereal disease, since all it takes to get one from Kesha is to look at her filthy, disgusting face which is exactly what I have had to do for the last half hour trying to find a picture of her for this blog.

Now you have Herpes too.

Who is Kesha? Well if you want to know what the human definition of the term "train wreck" is, well look no further than Kesha. She's also that annoying fuck that's on the radio all the time with such timeless monstrosities as "Tik Tok" & "Blah". Somehow Tik Tok has become the longest running Number 1 in US music in over 30 years, no wonder Al-Qaeda hates America.

Translation: A Jihad on Kesha!

The songs themselves are godamn awful as all hell as she tries her best to be the female version of eminem mixed with the sluttier version of the sluttiest stripper in the world.

Much less slutty.

But the worst thing about her are her lyrics which are not only absolutely nonsensical, but totally annoying to about 100% of people who got a D grade or higher in English class.


Compared to Kesha, this guy is Shakespeare.

First off there is the lyric in "Tik Tok" where she claims to "wake up in the morning feeling like P-Diddy". WTF? Who in the entire world wakes up in the morning feeling like they have been making video clips with Ma$e going "uh huh yeah, cant stop, wont stop, Bad Boy 4 lyfe baby" over and over again while being a flamboyant fuckstain? Well I guess Kesha knows all about that last part. She's got that down to a science.





Mornings at Keshas house, apparently.

My favourite line in Tik Tok, however, is "and now the dudes are lining up because they hear we got swagger/but we kick them to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger". Uhhhh hold on, you only hang out with 70 year old men? Hold on, I'm gonna go tell my Grandpa, he's gonna be stoked! brb.....ok I'm back, he's not interested in obtaining the AIDS virus. Never mind.


ALRIGHT! TIME TO PARTAY!

Then just to prove that she has no chance of being the next Patti Smith, Kesha comes out with the literary masterpiece that is her sophomore effort, "Blah Blah Blah" where she basically just says Blah Blah Blah a whole bunch of times while singing about how she wants to dance with no pants on (Classy!), She wants to be naked with a drunk guy (Classy!), and saying the word "dick" around 47 times (Classy!), including my favourite line in this song, "don't be a little bitch with your chit chat/just show me where your dicks at" (Classy!).


Kesha being Classy!

Now I'm pretty sure that Kesha doesn't need any directions in finding where a mans penis is. That would be like me asking where my house is, while sitting in my living room or the shamwow guy asking where some hookers are.


"Hookers, you'll be sayin' wow every time! Especially when you beat 'em to a pulp and clean up there blood with a shamwow!"


If I have learned anything from reviewing this piece of shit, its that Lazy-eyed crack whores with an old man fetish can make it in the music industry too.

Very likely to be the next big popstar.



Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Opening Track

I'm totally aware most people that have somehow stumbled onto this page have seen the title of the blog and are probably thinking "ugh, not another blog written by some emo kid who is closed minded in his music tastes and started the blog mid-sentenced so he can't write for shit". Well guess what, you are WRONG! I'm not a kid.



Not me, but close.


You probably just read that paragraph and thought "ugh this guy has lame jokes too, i hate this guy". Yeah, well I hate you too, I hate the lame generic T-Shirt that you're wearing thats a bright colour with a faded "vintage" print that says something ridiculous like "1979 Havana Matador Competition". I hate that you smoked weed all through school and University, yet you still have a better job than me. But most of all, I hate your taste in music.


Your Reflection? or a picture to break up the paragraph?

This blog will be dedicated to the absolute worst in music. So, if you are into focusing on the positives or are into the following types of music:


Acid Jazz
Alternative
Ambient
Avantgarde
Blues
Breakbeat
Celtic
Chanson
Chorus
Christmas
Classical
Comedy
Country
Dance
Dance: Pop
Darkwave
disco
Drum & Bass
Easy Listening
Electronic
Electronic: Progressive
Ethnic
Folk
funk
Gospel
Gothic
Hardcore
House
Indie
Industrial
Instrumental
Jazz
Jungle
Latin
Metal
Metal: Alternative
Metal: Death,Black
Metal: Heavy-Metal
Metal: Power
Metal: Progressive
Metal: Thrash
New Age
New Wave
Pop
Pop: Japan
Punk

r&b
Soul
Rap

Hip-Hop
Reggae
Retro
Rock
Rock & Roll
ROck: Alternative
Rock: Blues
Rock: Electronic
Rock: Folk-Rock
Rock: Gothic
Rock: Hard-Rock
Rock: Instrumental
Rock: Pop-Rock
Rock: Progressive
Rock: Psychedelic
Rock: Soft Rock
Rock: Sympho
Ska
Techno
Trance
Trance: Psychedelic
Trip-Hop
Vocal


Then you will not enjoy this blog.

Potential Audience for this blog.

Starting soon, I will actually write real entires. I won't give away who I will be reviewing first, however I will give you two clues.

1. She is a piece of shit.
2. She is a major cause of the current eardrum fail epidemic the world is currently experiencing.