Katy Perry: Kisses Girls, Pisses Future
BlogFrom the girl who brought you the brain damaged ‘Ur so gay’ comes another pitch for nothing more than the spare change of the world’s suckers — ‘I Kissed A Girl’ — from an album so fundamentally atrocious I’ve heard it causes cancer.
Seriously, it’s a shame. It’s only slightly less depressing than seeing a girl, whose music I can’t stand but whose talent was obvious — Amy Winehouse — destroy herself.Perry can sing, and there’s no doubt. And for that, one star out of five.
The latest song is catchy with plenty of hooks — ingredients for a good pop song. For that, one more star.
The content, however, is once more abysmal and nothing more than a disposable gimmick, in typical pop junk form. In fact the guy who wore the Mr Blobby suit retains only moderately greater dignity for at least hiding his face.
The more the song sells, the more reward the label and producer gets for being devoid of original creativity, and the deeper the nail gets smashed into the coffin of futurelessness Perry has sadly constructed for herself.