you tell em, manda rin. i'm not sure if it's the sudden surge of spring warmth, or if i'm in another one of my infamous quarter lifed crises, but i've been listening to a helluva lotta girly pop shit lately.
manda rin, know her? lead crooner of pop bliss trio bis, best known for their 97 power pop anthem, "tell it to the kids," 99's "detour (are you gonna go my waaaay)", or sadly, most remember the powerpuff girls theme song? yeah. that's bis. but manda rin, see she dropped a solo effort late last year called "My DNA". Ever check it? neither had i. . . until i read a blurb on p4k a few months back and thought. . . hmm, i really should probably own that.
and now i do. and at first, joe d thought, this is obnoxious. way too much bubblegum, and not in an endearing yelle sort of fashion (who i'm also LURVING much right now, despite the fact that not only can i not spell any of her songs (she's a frenchie), but i can't even pronounce any of her damn trax), but manda is just so gosh darned ridiculous i can't HELP but finding myself wrapped up in her videogame princess showdown. i feel like i should be cruising with the top down in my barbie ferrari. like, if i had a real life sized one with a bumpin stereo. my barbie ferrari would have only girly pop programmed in it, so i probably would only drive it in random bursts.
what would my girly pop soundtrack consist of? well, this week it would be crammed with lady sov (kind of having a love/hate relationship with what i've illegally downloaded of "jigsaw," it's no "public warning," that's for sure, but the title track and her two singles, along with the redic lame/catchy track "let's be mates" is so fucking in-yo-head it's insane. so yeah. s-o-V! manda rin, obvs. yelle, as mentioned previously. those come to head instantly. without skimming the ishuffle, it's hard to say. . . i've been listening to some non-girly pop as well lately, like discovery, the side project of vampire weekend and ra ra riot. fucking "orange shirt?" B-A-N-A-N-A-S. thnx, c, for the tip at the fader, dawg.
in addition to that jam, i've been loving what these guys have been up to lately. that royksopp/weezy mash up? shit, that is offffffffff tha hook. 2pac & kakhi king is prettty dope as well. grizzly bear and dead prez? abx, you just showing off now.
but yeah. girly pop. hmmm. i guess i could cruise in my barbiemobile to some old skool aaliyah (not like she's got any post-mortem new shit on the burner, but you get it). some kylie minogue. (holy blast from the past freshman dancing daze). god. i wish my life was just a big dance party. non-stop. so sick of all the noise and static that just fucks it all up, the good time. work drama--corporate dronage. routine meals for one. money. ahhhh. to think of where i am now compared to this time last year. who the hell'd have thought.
oh well. i'm just living this shit as much as i can. and having one helluva dance party while i'm at it. who cares if the only witnesses to my fly ass moves are two fuzzballs named molly and hester and my own reflection? at least i know i got it going on. . .
got the thermals and franz ferdinand to look forward to this week. maybe i'll meet some new cats there, feline or otherwise. . . for now, gotta get back to this manda rin shit. my vaio is blowing it up on this hiptacular monday nite.
manda rin is my homegurl! did you ever listen to Data Panik? it was bis, post-bis, plus two new band members. Sounded like bis. I haven't heard her solo stuff. Send it to me?
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