Taylor Swift's fourth album, Red, is out today. The bubbly blonde is expected to sell millions … More to the point than Paglia imagine! We need an army because the mainstream hates women. I think a lot of kids are more sexualized now than they were now than they were years ago and I'm not sure it's a coincidence. Like fucking Katy Perry spraying people with her fucking dick, her fucking cum gun coming on fucking children.
And little girls, like six-year-old girls wearing a shirt with 'I wanna see your [pea] cock' on it. Don't prey on vulnerable people like that. Don't encourage little girls to get dressed up, to have cupcakes on their tits to get people to lick them off 'cos that's what you're insinuating.
And then there was Grimes, whose unabashed girlishness in her music high vocals, candy-apple melodies, girl-group sensibilities and merchandise pussy rings! She blew minds at least mine when she revealed to Spin that "Oblivion" is about sexual assault and she just as unabashedly described herself as a feminist in the same interview.
Hooray to what seems like a movement for the return of narrative hip-hop, led by Kendrick Lamar and his excellent album-long story about youth fuck-ups and redemption, Good Kid, M.
The most impressively cohesive narrative and flat-out bravest song I've heard all year is Angel Haze's spin on Eminem's " Cleaning Out My Closet ," in which the young rapper details years of sexual trauma in an astoundingly accessible manner.
The major-label debut from the year-old, Dr. Dre-endorsed Kendrick Lamar, good kid, m. She's open about it, which I suppose is admirable on some level, but she's taken the art out of celebrity, churning, churning and churning and squeezing out whatever happens to materialize.
Her aesthetic has always included a breathless devotion to entertaining, but never has she sounded as joyless as she does now. She's still capable of hitting it out of the park if she did nothing besides " Beez in the Trap ," she still would have contributed more than most to music , but she runs the risk of diluting her importance with bullshit — let's not forget that just a few years ago, she showed a forgetful industry that female rappers could be commercially viable.
At least the doors she reopened have been flooded with talent from Azealia Banks to Rapsody her Soul Council-produced debut, The Idea of Beautiful, was shamefully overlooked to Iggy Azalea who's at least fascinating to Angel Haze, the most likely newcomer to cut a future classic. And there's always Jean Grae, who's been around and brilliant for years and who runs maybe the best damn Twitter in existence.
We wrote about Nicki Minaj last week, but I don't think I properly salivated over this little… The list, by the way, excludes Kitty Pryde, a shitty, young Tumblr rapper who is still young enough to think self-deprecation excuses incompetence. She seemed like a big deal for a hot second this summer. Thankfully, we are cooling. Oh, and could we cut it out with the self-drawn Marilyn Monroe comparisons?
Nicki and Rihanna both employ them on their albums — neither makes a convincing case. Neither of them are close to Marilyn Monroe or pop's original Marilyn biter, Madonna, for that matter.
This is just a short word of praise for the reissue company Funkytown Grooves, which was responsible for some of my favorite releases this year, including an expanded version of Kashif's self-titled debut that sparkles like new.
It's not exactly polishing a turd, but polishing a potato didn't seem much likelier. And yet they did it. Millie Jackson at B. King and Grace Jones at Roseland. Millie, the definitive cranky old lady of soul, sang classics like " If Loving You Is Wrong I Don't Want to Be Right" and "Phuck You Symphony" while imploring the crowd to eat berries "If you gonna forget shit, at least you know you forgot it" and mocking her own material after "Hurt So Good," she told the crowd, "If you believe that, I got a couple of bridges I wanna sell ya.
Nothing hurts me good! Grace Jones, meanwhile, changed her outfit about a dozen times during a setlist that included tracks from throughout her catalog. You heard me," she said between songs to a sea of mostly gay men. She knew her audience well.