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Friday, June 20, 2014

PSY and Snoop Cause An Aspirin Worthy Hangover

Looks like Mr. "Gangnam Style" gets 5 extra minutes of fame. Too bad it's being squandered on a straight to the landfill excrement slab like "Hangover". The digitized voice treatment only makes it worse. Snoop Dogg deserves a better dance partner than this. If only the song involved the same level of eye-popping detail the video has then maybe we wouldn't be rifling off the demerits at this point. To add extra fuel to the barf ignited fire the synthesizers explore varying methods of irritation. You have the Katy Perry larger than life synth. There's the infant formula dropper plinking keyboards here, there, and everywhere across Snoop Dogg's rapping which is about the only positive going here. I'll admit since I don't drink I'm not the best judge of what makes a great drinking song but really I think "Hangover" is so ridiculous that they should use it as part of AA meetings. That would make even a lifetime drunk reach for moo juice in no time flat. To anyone (and I gather to most of the planet that applies) who knows a hangover's sting I doubt a hangover is that much of an experience worth re-living. The coffee industry gets a jolt but it's murder on the sufferer. Yet PSY's jagged repeat of the title hurts on levels too numerous to analyze brick by brick. Poor Snoop. He's gone from "Nuthin' But A "G" Thang" and "Sensual Seduction" to this? Snoop's career shouldn't be derailed but PSY better have other offers lined up. On display is some really shower prompting imagery. "Caking and baking, raking the cheese" for example. The smell of vomit has to be one of if not the most unlikable odors you'll ever have the misfortune of coming across. "Caking and baking" slaps you across the nostrils with that distasteful scent. Did we really need a primer on getting wasted, on taking it to the outer limits. I think the beauties in lockup downtown would be Exhibit A screaming a big fat "NO!!!" To put this in some brand of cultural context, the rising distraction in this country would appear to be texting and driving. But wait, here comes our old societal nemesis drinking and driving back to prematurely end lives that had some hope in hell of going somewhere, maybe not to the moon but possibly somewhere good enough to be life affirming. PSY and Snoop cavort around on screen, glorifying the greatness that is being shit-faced drunk. Nice to know they're setting up a fresh stew of societal fallout where the booze matters more than the family, faith, sex, you name it. And no, Snoop. It doesn't matter that you see that behavior as part of the superstar life. Is a permanent criminal record tasty? Do the women flock from all angles to share your vibrations? Are you actually reveling in your ability to repeat the same behavior day after day until your liver's not only pickled, it's on its way to being char-broiled. Pardon my Perils of Pauline moralizing but you can lay down tons of video glitz, get the dancing moves down to a science, make certain the eye candy is distributed impeccably. It merely covers up that these two dudes are excited about letting a little potion in 3 wheel motion reduce them to incoherent nabobs. AA might be the benefactor but damned if I know who else gets the windfall. PSY makes me sigh. Snoop drops a Dogg turd. That post hangover headache is due penance for you after taking this misstep close to your bosom.

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