I am planning a series of reviews of this year's media. Cos I'm dull. And a geek. And dull geeks like to make lists.
Here are the prestigious categories.
~ Live Act of the Year ~
Say what you like about her music (surprisingly bland for someone so insane) but the Lady of Gaga DOES put on a good show. If perhaps... for all the wrong reasons.
Yes, Lady Gaga, the world's most popular drag act is the live show of the year. I saw her perform a terrifying set of ditties at the Glastonbury festival. I'd say I was dragged there by my friend's significant other (but I secretly wanted to go). And it was something. Truly a sight (and a fright) to behold. I've lost track of the number of costume changes, or the number of times she stuck the microphone up her gaga (which, I hope she realised, the Ting Tings had to use next!). Bizarre but I'd pay to see it again.
~ Falsetto of the Year ~
As a fan of Prince (who has now taken over his father's title and is the new King of Pop), I'm a sucker for a good falsetto. However, in a year when the nation's dogs were howling to the likes of La Roux (who, if I met, I'd like to test if she really is bullet proof) and Mika (who is apparently not what I think he is... apparently he is golden) and am going for a less obvious choice. The Temper Trap's hypnotic and addictive debut album is quite honestly lush, and I recommend everyone BUY IT. (Cos buying and paying for music is good).
~ Pelvis of the Year ~
Now this was hard. Real hard. Cos I do actually like Beyonce. It's a not so embarrassing secret now that her recent album is actually pretty darn good... but still I try not to say it in public places. However, I just can't say no to Ed and the Fires. They snuck me into their own after party (with thanks to Chris!) And just fucking look at that pelvis! It has a mind of it's own! Tis super lush pelvis work there, rivaling Knowles herself. Well done Friendly Fires.
~ Worst Lyrics of the Year ~
A tough one. I'd say the worst single lyric is probably contained within the fearsome wilderness which is the Calvin Harris song "Worst Day". It's just god awful...
But I wanted to post the Black-Eyed Peas song cos despite some truely uninspired lyrics, the music video is pretty friggen epic. Check it out above. The lyrics aren't just BAD, there's so few of them. Instead of coming up with a SECOND verse, they just play it again with a stupid effect on it. What's laughable about all of the Peas' tunes, is that they have tp play nice and share song time equally, with each one of the peas given a verse each. Which makes all of their songs incredibly formulaic. One of them was in the recent Street Fighter movie, if you're interested. So it's bad... it's really bad. Also isn't Fergie a bit like that old hag off Britain's Got Talent? Great voice despite looking like a 5 dollar whore... (I'm being a bit nasty... but then the Worst Lyric Award should be).
But to view the REAL winner/loser here is a link to the Scot's "effort" (if it can be called one)... Calvin Harris - "Worst Day"
~ Next Year's Winner? ~
Sub-Universe... no doubt. With future hits like Computer Games and Robots and hope I'm around to say "I liked them before it was cool." Though something tells me it'll never be cool to like them.
~ Here Today... ~
Need I say more?
~ Album of the Year ~
Alright so this a serious 'award'. I call them 'awards'... but it's not like they're winning anything. I could send them something in the post... like one of my thumbs or something. That won't creep them out.
The previous mentioned The Temper Trap's album is very, very good. As is Lily Allen's and Florence and the Machine's. Most disappointing album's got to be Empire of the Sun's Walking on a Dream... another possible contender for Worst Lyrics. Their first single was awesome but I find the album a real let down. Just ugly music for the most part.
Anyway, THE ALBUM OF THE YEAR FOR HAMISH STEELE IS....................
Jamie T and his second 'studio' album (recorded in his front room) Kings & Queens.
Each track is a fantastic and makes me buzz. Some make me wanna punch someone (in the best possible way), some make me want to declare my love for the human race. And every song is shouted at me by some dirty Londoner kid. But it's mint!
I never listen to one track cos I know I'll want to listen to the next straight after. So quite regularly I'll just play the whole album several times through. I put it on when I tidy my room, cos it gives me so much energy.
So well done Mr. T. Not THAT Mr. T... though... maybe one day he'll win Album of the Year. One can only hope.
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