My seven-year-old has discovered LFO and so now I hear them almost constantly. Sometimes I just start laughing because the way they come up with some of their rhymes.
For instance in West Side Story they rhyme:
Can’t find a damn thing wrong with her with Veronica
There’s more too. My daughter wants to know what’s so funny. I say, “Oh nothing. I just think those little boys’ songs are cute.” “Mom, they are not little boys! And the songs not funny.”
OK, don’t get me wrong. LFO is ok. I’d much rather have to listen to them than 'N Sync. :eek:
“New Kids on the Block had a bunch of hits…Chinese food makes me sick…” ::snicker:: I don’t particularily like LFO, but I agree with you. I’d rather listen to them than N’Sync.
Well, they don’t write their own lyrics, They are one of the many “manufactured” bands and most certainly have a highly paid core of writers to craft such witty lyrics. Thats not to say they might not have some input of their own, but considering they are a bunch of young 20 year old males I’d say its a safe bet they lyrics and attitude would be much, much different and less playable on VH1.
But they don’t grate on my nerves like the rest of the boy bands, so something must be working out for them. I would love to punch that dark haired five-o’clock shadow guy in the mouth, but that has everything to do with the videos, not the lyrics.
That would be Lite Funky Ones, I believe. And I am dumbfounded–dumbfounded, I say–that there exist people who can tolerate this group. They actually make me angry. They are, I think, the only musical group which inspires rage in me. I didn’t think I had that capacity until I:
heard their wack rhymes
b) found out what their name stands for
iii) saw them do their boy-band thing in thier video.
These guys make N’Sync look like the Talking Heads. Seriously. They make me want to strangle kittens.
Any band with a founder member who was “an aspiring model” and whose first single was “Sex U Up The Way You Like It” needs major foot/backside interaction.
Isn’t that kind of like saying “Whoever would want to be dragged across broken glass and doused in alcohol rather than have their testicles skewered with a knitting needle is looney”?
You know I actually LIKE a couple of *NSync songs, although I find the band itself nauseatingly illifying…
In my opinion, any band with such crappy misspellings in their name that serve no purpose other than to look “kewl” needs to be SHOT, IN THE FOOT, RIGHT NOW. Same with any band featuring a number replacing a word. Lyte Funky Ones, Color Me Badd, 2 Live Crew, I could go on but I forget the rest of my list.
Lyte Funky Ones: Neither Lyte, nor Funky. Discuss.
Mr. Batty, have you actually heard LFO’s “music”? I think if you had, you would understand my statement.
p.s. You crack me up all the time. Just wanted you to know.
OMG, somebody writes lyrics that bad for them? Well, I have to keep my sense of humor. There’s no getting away from that Veronica song. :twitch, twitch:
i’ve been preaching my absolute raw hatred of boybands for quite some time now, but the only ones who seem to listen are those who already despise these little silver-spoon-chewing bastards. The only thing i can say is that they are all like zits: They may be irritating as hell while they’re here, but if you just wait it out, they’ll be gone in no time. This is evident by the weigning popularity of the Backstreet Boys. They’ll be gone by the middle of 2001 (as will LFO, i bet) and then all we’ll have to do is wait out *N SUCK.
Aaah, but you see, I am neither a band nor trying to be “kewl”.
Actually, my band (actually, it’s two guitarists and some foot-tapping; we’re sans bass and drums) is Uppity Womenfolk; if our bass and/or drummer are male, we’re changing to Insane Clown Possums. See? No “kewl” misspellings. Perfectly safe.
I’m with Soso. This music was not made for you grownups. Don’t tell me when you were seven you listened to Chopin and Beethoven.
I have a 13 year old daughter who listens (nonstop, I should add) to ALL of these groups. Plus Christine and Britney and the 'Boys. It takes a while to grow on you. And then it takes even less time to drive you crazy. But, hey, I’m not 13.
I like it much better than what my 13 year old son listens to. All that death grunge and that creepy Manson guy.
