New Black Kids Video - "Look At Me (When I Rock Wichoo)"
I interrupt my regularly scheduled time listening to David Byrne and Brian Eno to bring you a Black Kids video. The band most famous for making a MySpace-fueled ascent to blogger collective consciousness in the most rapid(share) of fashions -- and second most famous for getting Pug'd -- are defiantly refusing to cease existing because of a negative review. Imagine that, not letting their lives be dictated by The Internet. We could all probably learn a little from Black Kids. Although, it is probably fair to read a little into this video: the color-by-numbers dance rock of "Look At Me (When I Rock Wichoo)" gets a color-by-numbers video superimposing the Kids into so many classic Saturday morning cartoon sequences that it's making me feel 12 years old, except that I am psychoanalyzing this as a reversion to the innocence of childhood as a defense mechanism in the face of a momentarily hostile, high-stakes, grown-up world.
But anyway Speed Racer you guys!
I'm ashamed to say I can no longer name all those cartoons. If you could help, that'd be great for my need-to-name-everything-or-else-I-go-nuts thing. Thanks in advance.
Partie Traumatic is out.
Posted at 9:47 AM by amrit in Video
Tags: Black Kids
Bad does not even explain this.
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The video is gone...
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That was fun while it didn't last.
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This is pretty good watermelon... it tastes like poop.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrcx2q_Ru8Y
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This is good.
"You never wanna give me some
You're gettin' off on kingdom come"
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I think that all of the online music press had a secret meeting the day Partie Traumatic leaked and decided that they would all jointly turn their backs on a band they had shamelessly flogged for months, lest they give a few 20 year-olds from Jacksonville, Florida an ounce of credit for touring nonstop all year long and still managing to produce a fun major-label debut record that accomplishes nothing more or less than exactly what it set out to do. Here we see the fickle nature of being beloved in "indie" circles these days - it's all well and good until Pitchfork gives the album a 3.3. Then everyone has to couch their comments in scathing irony to make sure no one mistakes their posting about this band for an endorsement.
It's really quite sad.
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