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Tuesday , November 10, 2009

Soundtracks: Awesome Swedish Indie Pop Chanteuses

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first row, l-r: Jonna Lee; the cover of Frida Hyvonen's Until Death Comes, which I adore; El Perro del Mar
second row, l-r: Sally Shapiro; Lykke Li

If there's anything about autumn 2009 that I will remember besides the dude(s?) I'm dating and the vast, varied interiors of Columbia University's Butler Library, it's my foray into spiritual Scandinavia. The journey continues this week with a detour into the world of Swedish indie pop. As we all know, the Swedes are responsible for ABBA and Ace of Base, both of whom I actually have a soft spot in my heart for. However, they also have a knack for a particular kind of honey-voiced singer, usually making well-crafted, clever pop music. It's slightly ridiculous to lump these diverse artists into one entry just by virtue of their Sweditude, but you can't deny it -- there's something particularly smart and Swede-y when you hear all these songs together. This entry might be the closest that a blog posting at nogoodforme.com might come to sounding like an episode of "Grey's Anatomy," except the soundtrack for "Grey's" would never feature a song with a lyric about male genitalia or anything remotely Italo-disco. I already hyped a few Swedish musicians like Fever Ray and Little Dragon in another Heavy Rotation, but consider that a warm-up to this mini-Magnum Opus.

FRIDA HYNONEN

"Once I Was A Serene Teenaged Child"

Sometimes my knee-jerk reaction to a girl with a piano is to run and hide 'cause I'm kind of a jerk. But maybe I'm mellowing out as I get older -- I'm more and more intrigued by this minimalist set-up. Frida Hyvönen often gets compared to Laura Nyro for a certain homespun flavor to her piano-playing, not to mention deeply personal songwriting with lyrics that would make a zine girl in the late 90s proud. I was hooked with the first two lines of this song, which I would write out except that I hate to think what kind of evil spammer this would draw to nogoodforme.com. The cover of the record that this song comes from -- Until Death Comes -- is one of my favorite album covers of all time. The whole record itself is fantastic, mostly due to the raw honesty of Frida's worldview, which nails the most slippery aspects of being a girl with intelligence and a certain calm bravery. Feeling confused yet oddly powerful? This is a good song for you.

JONNA LEE

"There Was Me"

I first got turned onto Jonna Lee with her cover of Nitzer Ebb's "Violent Playground." It's the most unlikely of covers, because Nitzer Ebb usually made super-abrasive, brutally punishing industrial music at their peak, and Jonna simply makes really lovely songs that highlight both the fragility and steeliness of her voice. Her latest record, This is Jonna Lee, is stylistically diverse, but there's a sweetness with an undertow of melancholy through it all. This is smart pop for smart girls, similar in vein to Aimee Mann and other songwriters with a knack for elegant understatement and emotional nuance. I like how this song sounds all tough, but the lyrics get more and more vulnerable as they progress. Been there, done that, yes!

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Tags: chanteuses, foxiness, indie pop, spiritually Scandinavian, Sweditude

Tuesday , November 3, 2009

Soundtracks: Zoé Wolf from the Konki Duet

I love it whenever Zoé Wolf from the Konki Duet does something with a guitar. I love the whole of Konki Duet, of course, but there's just something so classic and intimate about a girl, a guitar, and some home-recording equipment. This is a song that will hit that "I liked a boy who is just so UNKNOWABLE" spot so well, it will take your breath away.

Tags: heartbreak, intimacy, relationships, The Konki Duet, Zoé Wolf

Thursday , September 10, 2009

nogoodforme ix: Our Favorite Albums of the 1980s

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Tags: 60s psych, Adam "Ad-Rock" Horovitz, Adam "MCA" Yauch, bubbles, codename: Pollyanna Jerkface, De La Soul, Dukes of Stratosphear, fake psych, Flea, Guns N' Roses, Jane's Addiction. Satanicism, John Lennon, Madonna, Mike D, onion rings, Prince, Rites of Spring, the 1980s, The Beastie Boys, The Pixies

Monday , August 31, 2009

nogoodforme ix: Our Favorite Albums of the 1970s

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Tags: bad babysitters, Bruce Springsteen, cars, Cheap Trick, confidence, high school, Iggy Pop, Imagine, John Lennon, Joy Division, Laura Loves the Beatles, Lisa Crystal Carver, nastiness, Neil Young, New York City, Pacific Coast Highway, Patti Smith, Paul McCartney, RAM, smoking weed, Television, The Stooges, three-legged dogs

Thursday , August 20, 2009

nogoodforme ix: Our Favorite Albums of the 1960s

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Tags: 60s psych, Better Than The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Count Five, dudes, funerals, heaven, hotheads, Jan & Dean, Laura loves the Kinks, Mick Jagger, Micky Dolenz, Neil Young, Ray Davies is a genius, Rolling Stones, spiritual decapitation, The Beatles, the most magnificent assholes in all the world, The Nice

Monday , August 17, 2009

Gossip Girl + Satan + No Age + Health-Care Reform + Ferris Bueller's Day Off = HAPPY MONDAY!!!!

Liz is still overtired and overworked and can't bring herself to address any of the 87 million job-related items on her to-do list right this second, so instead she's going to post this almost-post about groovy, musicky things happening in the world. Also, she really wants coffee and has no coffee and can't leave the house 'cause someone might call about an interview. So if you want to go get her some coffee, that would be amazing - iced with soy milk! Lots and lots of lovely soy milk. Thanks. You're the best, ever.

(L to R: Gossip Girl trying to be all "arty" like Sonic Youth; Randy from No Age strangling Dean from No Age; portrait of Fiery Furnaces as Satanic Uncle Sam)

+ Zoinks, Sonic Youth is going to be on Gossip Girl this fall? Doing an acoustic version of "Starpower"? At some "big event that involves [engaged adults] Rufus and Lily"? That's gross, and awesome. You know Rufus is gonna try to play it off like he and Sonic Youth are buds or something, which will be so goddamn embarrassing. I hope Thurston has no part of it, and speaks some very Thurston-y kind of insult that makes engaged Lily cry for her adult fiance, and then bludgeons Rufus to stupid pieces with his guitar. Then Rufus Humphrey will be dead at last, and I will have gotten my big wish. Also, which is more disgusting: Kim Gordon singing the lyrics "She knows how to make love to me, she knows how to make love" with Rufus and Lily in the room, or with Chuck and Blair in the room? With Dan and Serena in the room? Serena and Nate? Nate and Vanessa? Nate and Blair? Nate and Jenny? Nate and Shelly from Twin Peaks? God! What a ho, that Nate.

+ Are you in a band that is or is not Sonic Youth? Or, do you know somebody who's in a band that is or is not Sonic Youth? OR: Do you have an online forum (like, you know, a blog, or a Twitter, or a Blurty account) to which you can post things that might potentially be read by people who are in bands that are or are not Sonic Youth? That's cool, because the Fiery Furnaces want YOU to ENCOURAGE ALL BANDS TO TURN ALL THEIR SHOWS FOR THE NEXT MONTH INTO PRO-HEALTH CARE REFORM RALLIES. Which is lots easier than it sounds, and the Fiery Furnaces have some helpful health-care-reform-rally-throwing tips right here. Simple as pie, see? And if you're really not going to buy me a coffee this morning, please at least do your part to spread that link all around town, since - as one of those millions of discriminated-against-by-insurance-companies folks you hear so much about - I'd really like to live in a world in which my health insurance doesn't cost almost as much as my rent. Really not too much to ask.

+ Speaking of health care reform, remember that time Randy from No Age wore his "FREE HEALTH CARE" shirt on Craig Ferguson, and then I wrote a post about it, and then some asshole left a comment about how I probably love terrorists? That sucked/ruled. But anyway, No Age has a new EP and of course it's so good. Listen to "You're a Target" right here.

+ And speaking of blogs that have music, the best thing on the Internet this week is probably this Popdose post on songs used in John Hughes movies. I can't even tell you how beautiful it is for me to finally own the track that plays in Ferris Bueller's Day Off when they're first driving the Ferrari all around Chicago ("Beat City," by the Flowerpot Men). For another epic post on songs used in John Hughes movies, you should totally read this little something from a mind-blowing blog called nogoodforme.com.

Tags: blogs, Chuck Bass, coffee, Fiery Furnaces, Gossip Girl, health care reform, John Hughes, No Age, Rufus Humphrey, Satanicism, Sonic Youth, terrorists, Thurston Moore, Twin Peaks, Uncle Sam

Tuesday , July 28, 2009

"I'm Going Away" by the Fiery Furnaces, by Laura Jane, by Somebody Else

HERE IS EXACTLY WHAT I THINK ABOUT "I'M GOING AWAY" BY THE FIERY FURNACES:

Seven albums into their career and New York indie act The Fiery Furnaces may have made their most accessible album to date. It may still be outside the spectrum of mainstream rock, but I'm Going Away should be ease to digest for most indie fans.

The album opens with the brother and sister duo of Matthew and Eleanor Friedberger performing in their usual intriguing style. The album opener "I'm Going Away" is typical Fiery Furnaces with odd cadences and ever-shifting time signatures. Next up is "Drive To Dalls" which sucks you in at first, acting as a more orthodox piano ballad before breaking down several times into a frenzied guitar piece with escalating tempo.

After that the album settles down, as do the pair.

"The End Is Near" is a loungy piano piece. "Charmaine Champagne" is a bubbly art rocker. The back-to-back "Cut The Cake" and "Even In The Rain" are methodical Pavement-like slackers. While slightly twee in sound, "Lost At Sea" is otherwise straightforward. Most amazingly "Keep Me In The Dark" actually has a sustained danceable groove. The album is topped off by "Take Me Round Again", a bright peppy run around the park featuring endearing vocal interplay between the siblings.

If you're the type who enjoy The Fiery Furnaces for their way-out-there style you will probably not love I'm Going Away. Those of us who found their style a little too, shall I say pretentious, in the past will be able to look at The Fiery Furnaces in a new light.

JUST KIDDING!!!!!!

Those are not my true opinions of "I'm Going Away" by the Fiery Furnaces. That is a review of "I'm Going Away" by the Fiery Furnaces I found on the Internet while Googling reviews of "I'm Going Away" by the Fiery Furnaces stoned at 2 AM, which is something I never do. What atrocious writing! My favorite part is a tie between "Dalls" and "Shall I say pretentious." Maybe "good writing" will never be able to surpass the power of "bad writing." It's enthralling! Captivating. It's the best thing I've read all year, in a way. I thought it deserved a second chance. Maybe it'll go viral!

Anyway, if you're interested in knowing my real opinions about "I'm Going Away" by the Fiery Furnaces, you will just have to meet me in real life and ask me them. You see, this week, I am not interested in writing about things I actually care about. This week, I'm interested in going bonkers on Twitter. However, I took on the responsibility of excessively promoting Matthew Friedberger and his band many years ago; it is my cross to bear, and I always perform. This is one of the countless reasons why God loves me.

IN CONCLUSION:

I. The part of "The End Is Near" that lasts from 1:44 to 2:05 is truly, officially, for the first time, better than the Beatles. Those "seven bars" (I asked somebody who knows about music how many bars long it is, because I wanted to properly represent it. But I am skeptical of "seven bars," for no reason, I guess) are WHY I LISTEN TO MUSIC. They never don't work.
II. "Even in The Rain" is perfect.
III. I'm trying to shy away from saying everything is the something else of 2009. I use it as a crutch, and also, maybe 2009 is just exactly what it is and maybe everybody who is doing things in 2009 is being completely original about it, and it has nothing to do with the 1960s? Maybe. Either way, the part of "Cups and Punches" where they all yell "WAAAHHHHHHH" is the "Helter Skelter" of 2009. Also, this song makes me want to drink the kind of punch they drink in "The Group" by Mary McCarthy. Or maybe "sangaree."
IV. Nobody Does It Better Than Barker,
V. Hollers Laura Jane Faulds of nogoodforme.com, of "I'm Going Away" by the Fiery Furnaces: "Ten out of five stars!"

Tags: bad writing, Friedberger, God, Helter Skelter, Laura Jane Faulds, Liz Barker, The Beatles, The Fiery Furnaces

Tuesday , July 21, 2009

The Difference Between Blueberries and Peaches: An Almost-Review of I'm Going Away by The Fiery Furnaces (With Dance Instruction!)

(L to R: me and a peach, how to dance The Charleston, the cover of I'm Going Away)

The first Fiery Furnaces record I ever owned was Blueberry Boat: I bought it on July 13 of 2004 and played the whole thing that night in my old bedroom, which had really harsh overhead lighting and very poor ventilation. Right around that time, for reasons too dumb to get into, I'd gotten my hands on a large quantity of organic blueberry juice, which I usually used to spike glasses of shitty white wine poured over ice cubes that tasted like metal. Also right around that time, also for reasons too dumb to get into, I was hellbent on being heartbroken over someone who maybe wasn't worth my tears. So lots of hours that July were spent sitting around my hot yellow bedroom, feeling bad for myself that the boy I liked didn't like me enough, drinking blueberry wine and listening to Blueberry Boat over and over and over. It was miserable, so miserable, but the record made me feel 47 percent better, as if being a Blueberry Boat kind of weirdo was so cosmically superior to being the fashionably correct brand of quirky that gets certain secretly vanilla boys to like you a lot. My second-favorite lyric was when Eleanor Friedberger sang "It's sad and it's cold at the bottom of the sea, but at least I got my blueberries with me" in the title track. My first-favorite lyric was when Matthew Friedberger sang "You know damn well she ain't your Jenny no more" in "Chief Inspector Blancheflower."

Five Julys later, the fifth Fiery Furnaces record I've ever owned is I'm Going Away, which comes out today. I don't need this new one to make me feel 47 percent better, but it does anyway. When I listened to Blueberry Boat all the time it was hotter than hell but I was an eskimo (in the "Quay Cur" sense, and in the Heather Duke sense too, I suppose); when I listen to I'm Going Away all the time, I just want to dance all over the place. Dancing is the thing for me right now, partly 'cause, as Neiler says, when you dance you can really love. I dance around the house, in the shower while the radio plays Bruce Springsteen concerts from 1978, in the car on the way to the ocean. I don't know if I'm Going Away is a dance record because I want it to be a dance record, or because the Fiery Furnaces want it to be a dance record, or both, or neither. I don't think any of that matters anyway.

So, here, five of my favorite songs on I'm Going Away, and some ideas on how to dance to them:

"Charmaine Champagne." Maybe the danciest track of all the album, and you should bend your arms and hold your elbows at your sides and shake your hips till you just can't shake any more. You might even do the "white man's overbite" - in general, just try to look like your dad during the first fast song at a wedding reception, except bang your hair around sometimes too. And if your dad's already a big hairbanger, you don't even need to make any adjustments: You win, in so many ways.

"Even in the Rain." If "Charmaine Champagne" is "Your Dad at a Wedding," then "Even in the Rain" should be "You at Your Sixth Grade Dance Recital." The "best 'positive rain song' since 'Rain' by the Beatles," according to Laura Jane Faulds, "Even in the Rain" should have lots of twirling and leaping and big sweeping arm movements. And at the chorus, when there's that pretty piano trickle, turn your fingers into falling raindrops, crash to the ground, then rise up and make the sun shine so big and bright again.

"Staring at the Steeple." This one's lots of stompy piano, so stomp around a lot. And when you're not stomping, pogo. And hairbang some more. Don't ever stop hairbanging, really.

"Keep Me in the Dark." One time my brother and sister and I were playing Scattergories and the letter was "N" and the category was "Dances," and my brother's answer was "The No-No." So of course my sister and I challenged him and asked for a demonstration of The No-No, and my brother did this thing that mostly just involved wagging his index finger repeatedly while shaking his shoulders a little. I still don't think it exists, but at the chorus of "Keep Me in the Dark" you should totally do The No-No, maybe paired with The Pony. No one ever does The Pony enough.

"Take Me Round Again." It's the last track, the grand finale, and a real showstopper at that. Ideally, you'd form a chorus line and do lots of Rockette-style kicks. It would look coolest if, rather than gathering all your pals together, you went to a Mad Scientist and got yourself cloned, so that there's be this whole row of YOUs all kicking in perfect unison. And you should definitely do that thing where you raise your tophat off your head just a few inches and sort of shake the brim around a bit. But don't put on a Rockette-style costume; sexy half-tuxedos are so stupid and sort of disrespectful of the uncommonly pure kind of joy that prances all about "Take Me Round Again."

Another thing you should do when listening to I'm Going Away is eat a peach. If Blueberry Boat is drinking blueberry wine in a hot yellow room while feeling sad for yourself in a beautiful way, then I'm Going Away is eating a peach in an ocean-breezy car while dancing around in your seat like a foxy goofball nutcase loonytoon fruitloop. In fact, if you do one thing over and over again this summer - or, three things at the same time, I guess - have it be eating peaches while madcaply dancing and listening to I'm Going Away by the Fiery Furnaces. It's a magic formula for making everything more magic, I'm pretty sure. Like, for instance, the other night, after several consecutive days of peaches + dancing + IGA, I went to a party, drank free beer, had a half-second of eye contact with my favorite rock star since I was 12, went home, opened the fridge and pulled out a peach I'd bought that morning and found the leaf still attached. That's a rare and lovely thing, since - as Eleanor Friedberger sings on "Cups and Punches" - peach leaves are seldom sold. And then today, I bought more peaches, and there were more peach leaves. Peach leaves are so pretty. Peach leaves for everybody, I say, this summer and for all the many summers to come.

Tags: blueberries, brothers and sisters, dads, dancing, Eleanor Friedberger, eskimos, Fiery Furnaces, foxy goofball, Laura Jane Faulds, love, mad scientists, Matthew Friedberger, Neil Young, peaches, Scattergories, summer, The Rockettes, weddings, wine

Saturday , April 4, 2009

Five Best Things: Records by Telepathe, The Fly Girlz, Fever Ray and PJ Harvey & John Parish

A sort of sister column to "All Time Top Five," "Five Best Things" is just that. Actually, it's more like "Five Semi-Cogent Thoughts About Various Records, Movies, and Books of a Recent Ilk," but that doesn't look as good in our Categories list. God! Life, why do you always demand convenience?!!

Telepathe, Dance Mother

1. Brooklyn, represent! There is this weird strain of music coming out of there that is very world-music-y, quasi-urban hippie stuff. This is not really that, despite what the title might make you believe. It's very much on the dark synth-y tip, albeit a very shambolic, rambly version of that. So maybe it is a little world-music-y than I thought.

2. The Brooklyn pedigree is pretty solid, however: this was produced by Dave Sitek of TV on the Radio, and Telepathe are often in the same sentence as Gang Gang Dance and other noiseniks. They're a bit more pop, though in a very left-field way.

2. I actually went on a run recently with this on my headphones and it worked out quite well. It has a energetic yet soothing energy, so it musically fueled my athletic endeavor while at the same time quelling my desire to shoot myself for ever thinking that running was an enjoyable activity.

3. That said, it is hard-pressed for me to pick out a "stand out track," except for maybe the first one ("So Fine"). I know it's not cool to write classic pop songs anymore, but I was hoping there'd be a sort of "mix tape must-have" track on here. The songs kind of exist at the same register (or musically speaking, in the same key) for much of the album, making it blend together. It gets a little wallpaper-y, but that's not necessarily a bad thing if you're looking to just throw something on and do something else or go shopping at Urban Outfitters.

4. Still, we are in favor of cool girls doing cool things with instruments, and there is a lot of cool here. I would love to see Telepathe a bit less cool and a bit more silly their next time out. I think they could do that way well. Telepathe, get effin' down, get that bass pumpin' all up in yr shit, dudes!

The Fly Girlz, Da Brats From Da'Ville (Sockets; 2009)

1. The Fly Girlz are these girl MCs from Brooklyn between the ages of 12 and 14 who are holding fast onto their dreams in the midst of stupid school and boy problems. Man, I can relate, even being like two and a half times their age.

2. This record is produced by a dude from that electropunk band, Excepter, who makes kinda toughie and sinister beats that the girls chatter and jive over. So it's not like straight hip-hop or even retro hip-hop. It's just kind of fucked up-sounding electronic bleeps and stuff.

3. This whole enchilada is like a super-hot mess. It's like the producer got drunk and broke the drum machine and the girls are joking around and rapping over the whole melee while on the world's biggest sugar high. A lot of the songs start out like they're going to be normal songs but then they kind of fall apart and get chaotic and noisy. It walks the line between a weird conceptual art project and a broken boom box-cum-time-machine. How did these two entities hook up? I must know!

4. I love their very pro-positivity, pro-"stay in school" message. These girls are really sassy and fun, and they've got charm in spades. I wouldn't mind being stuck on a bus with the Fly Girlz; they'd probably be super-hilarious to hang out with. They tell it like it is. Take a listen to "Born 2 B Fly"; it's the truest thing you will ever hear in your life!

5. Dudes, the record cover is the most awesome thing I've seen in a long, long time.

Fever Ray, Fever Ray (Mute; 2009)

1. Fever Ray is Karin from the Knife's solo record, and it is both the perfect continuation of that work and a wonderful jumping-off point into a new direction. I really loved the Knife; they were the perfect combination of darkness, leavened with a dry sense of humor that keeps things unpredictable. All those elements are still here, but they're rendered a bit more gently.

2. If the Knife's epically amazing Silent Shout was influenced by house (albeit a very dark form of house music), then Fever Ray is more highly indebted to 90s ambient. It's not as dance-y, but in a way it's more emotionally accessible and less opaque thematically -- the thoroughlines of the songs are more traceable, so to speak.

3. If you liked the whole weird demon-vocal thing the Knife had going for them, then this is totally up your alley because Karin still processes the high holy shit out of her vocals. The effect is not like talking to your animal familiar, or your alter ego, or a schizophrenic. These are all really fascinating and artful effects.

4. Have you seen the video for "If I Had A Heart"? It's soooooo creepy!

5. The record is kind of really great for late-night writing, especially if you are working on a thriller or horror movie screenplay. It's slightly perverse for a makeout record or a getting-ready-to-go-out record, but it could work for those if you really wanted it to. I have listened to Fever Ray about a million times already and really, really, really dig it. It's kinda just good.

PJ Harvey & John Parish, A Woman A Man Walked By (Island, 2009)

1. I really think Polly Jean Harvey is a musical auteur of the highest order; she's sort of unparelleled in terms of raw musicianship, classically great rock songwriting and emotional range and honesty. So it's interesting when she cedes many of her strengths to her longtime musical collaborator and concentrates on just singing and lyrics.

2. Don't let the opener, the dirge-stomper "Black Hearted Love," mislead you; the album is pretty avant-weird in many parts. John Parish has a garishly precise way of playing bluesy-yet-Thurston-y type of guitar; there's a bite to his tone, and it seems to bring out some equally caustic song structuring. It's like, "Ooh, we're going to go into a real awesome riff here...NO, WE WILL DENY YOU PLEASURE!" But there's a real howler of a track, "Pig Will Not," where Peej goes basically apeshit tantrum-y in the best way possible. I am going to play it at my wedding. Joke! Or is it?

3. That said, there are some way gorgeous songs here as well. Most of the songs have a spooky beauty, making them revved-up continuations of White Chalk. But the closing pair of songs ("Passionless, Pointless" and "Cracks in the Canvas") sound like they're practically mist-covered, so delicate and fragile they are.

4. Letting Polly just focus on words actually doesn't seem to have much of an impact on her songwriting; she's always been a really concise lyricist, able to combine storytelling with word sculpture. But letting her just chanteuse her heart out is pretty incredible; you can feel her emotional and vocal range stretching to the extremes, and it should be pretty exciting to hear what her next record will be like.

5. All that said, I really miss Polly on guitar and main songwriting duties. Parish is good, but you can tell he's more of an intellectual musician. And while the songs and music are often interesting, they're not as visceral or direct as Polly on her own. This sort of smartypants quasi-blues rock is nice enough, but when you know a musician like PJ Harvey is capable of grabbing you by the throat and ripping your guts out, you really just want to let her unleash herself. Polly, just let yourself balls-out rock!

Tags: Fever Ray, PJ Harvey, Telepathe, The Fly Girlz

Friday , December 5, 2008

Soundtracks: Lily Allen, "The Fear"

A little treat to lead you into your weekend: the video for Lily Allen's new single, out on Dec. 9! It's like a 60s Brit version of Marie Antoinette: super-pretty, super-girly, with lots of gorge pastries, dancing pastel presents, balloons and other lovely things. The song is pretty great as well. I feel like a sucker falling for Lily Allen, but fall I do for her catchy melodies and biting, clever lyrics. I'm looking forward to her new record, It's Not Me, It's You, which will be out in February of next year. Anyway -- enjoy:

Tags: Lily Allen, Marie Antoinette, videos

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