It wasn’t enough that Kylie Minogue’s Satan-produced “Can’t get you out of my head” was on the radio and television ceaselessly in Europe, causing thousands of listeners to run their cars off bridges to get the damn song out of their heads, or that the video of the next single “In your eyes” resulted in people gouging out their eyes to avoid maddening nightmares of vagina dentata and terrible sirens more silcone than flesh. Today at McDonald’s, while I was ordering, the television was showing a new Kylie Minogue video. When will she stop? The talentless hack is undoubtedly relying on black magic to ensure domination of suddenly craptastic radio stations and music video channels. Kylie, we don’t want you anymore! You got booted out of Australia, we think you suck here, go bother the Arctic!
On this, we are in accord. I wonder if she actually listens to herself, or if she inserts earplugs to keep herself from commiting suicide at the sound of her own voice.
Coldie, she’s a hottie, true, but I can find lots of hotties, who don’t make me want to jam knitting needles in my ears. Go to almost any ‘high energy’ dance club, and you can find several hundred on any particular Friday or Saturday night, fer instance. Or I can go grab a bit at Hooters, or… You get the point, I’m sure.
You’ll all be first up against the wall when the revolution comes. Well, you can’t all be first - but one of you will be. And one of you will be second…you know what I mean.
Gobear, you miss my reference. Although she comes from Australia, it was in England that she made her singing career, oh so many years ago.
1988 and an eleven-year old kabbes is standing there fuming as the disco DJ puts on I should be so lucky for the umpteenth time. Ah yes, I remember it as if it were yesterday.
