Its like all the diluted, disposable, plastic, overproduced music-by-numbers and one-size-fits-all, happy meal™ pop culture fashion of the last decade has congealed and rotted and putrefied, and somewhere swimming around in it, rolling around like a pig in shit, a lifeform has evolved. Like some unwanted ghost in the machine, a fame monster, a super-villain straight out of those shitty Batman sequels that brought shame on Tim Burton's original vision. And now its emerged like some hideous talent stealing black hole, plagiarising the 80's and 90's, eclipsing anything even remotely fresh and interesting and hammering the final nails in music's coffin. A manifestation of everything that's bad about pop culture, an avatar of distilled shite, an embodiment of major label-fabricated tripe for mass consumption, the musical equivalent of the muddy brown colour you get when you mix every other colour up.
And now its mincing around with a telephone on its head and piss stained hair, talking bollocks in interviews, convincing stupid people they know what fashion is, convincing them to ignore the cutting edge fashion houses that are still producing edgy and stylish masterpieces, completely ignoring the true pioneers and renegades of music, in favour of random combinations and retro-future nonsense. Don't fall for it guys and gals. It's a trap. Don't lower your standards. Remember Bowie and Madonna, remember Paris and Milan. Lady Gaga is mediocre, insane, and fucking ugly.
And all the arty farty fuckers who call a blank canvass, or an unmade bed, or lump of shit with a flag in it "art" have someone even more ridiculous than them as a messiah, and they wet their knickers when she wears a fucking plastic lobster on her nipple, or telephone on her head, or walks out on stage in a fucking illuminuos dildo suit. They go "Oooooooh! Ahhhhh!" like someone just let off a firework, or un-curtained a masterpiece painting when she prances around massacring some electro mash-up wearing a bird sanctuary on her head. And they talk for hours about how profound and groundbreaking she is for wearing a bra for a hat. Fucking pretentious wankers. Fuck them and everything they stand for. If I hear "but she can sing and play piano!" one more time, I'm gonna start taking hostages.
R.I.P music and art, you had a good run.
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Yeah, IA, you definitely need to back off Ishina. Pretty sure I'm in love with this chick.
Sorry Q, but rehen got there first. He's pretty much the smoothest ladies man I've ever come across.