What happens if you give three disgustingly cliche "SoCal gurrls" a music studio with an idiot producer, too much money, tacky clothes (so tacky they're cu-yoot!), and as much hairspray and makeup as their poor little hearts desire?
The Millionaires happen.
I have heard a lot of bad music in my day. From crappy local hardcore bands to Nickelback and Thriving Ivory -- I've heard a lot of bad music. But this. This "band" honestly makes me want to... cry. Even if I wasn't a music elitist. Even if I did like bad electronica/rap music and teasing my hair to a height that puts Amy Winehouse to shame, and posing in every picture taken of me with pursed lips and a sideways peace sign (Cause that's bomb, yo), I'm pretty sure I would hate these girls.
Their single seems to be called "Just Got Paid, Let's Get Laid." Coming from three 12 year old girls who probably haven't worked a single day in their lives, let alone gotten paid. Oh wait. Do chores and allowances count?
Their single seems to be called "Just Got Paid, Let's Get Laid." Coming from three 12 year old girls who probably haven't worked a single day in their lives, let alone gotten paid. Oh wait. Do chores and allowances count?
Just shut up and go away. Please.
Please.
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