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“Boom Boom Pow” by the Black Eyed Peas. (This link is to the full, uncensored version of the song – not the official video.)
I know what you’re thinking, readers: A song featuring the egregious use of onomatopoeia? How bad can it be?
I fear I cannot answer that question, for each time I listen to this song, new and terrifying dimensions of suckage unfold upon my ears. I would call this Ballad of Whomp a crime against humanity, except that it has somehow debuted at #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart this week, forcing me instead to lower my opinion of humanity itself.
Make the jump, if you will, and join me as I peel the onion of fail that is Boom Boom Pow.
This post hijacked by guest blogger DonBito.
PhillyGrrl is on vacation for 48 hours and has committed the cardinal sin of giving me the power to publish my posts without editorial review.
AHAHAHAHAHA! The power! The PAHHHHHHH!!!!!
Had to do it. And now, to make this post marginally relevant, I invite you to check out the NYTimes’ “36 Hours in Philadelphia” feature. The first paragraph alone miraculously manages to not trash Philly, and to glorify gentrification! It’s a roller coaster of emotion in here.
Don’t forget to tune in later today for my very first “Does Your Pop Music Suck?” feature!
Ever since I saw “O Brother Where Art Thou?” I’ve loved bluegrass. Wait, was that bluegrass. I thought it was. I’m not real music savvy when it comes to characterizing genres.
Anyways, if you want to listen to real bluegrass this weekend, check out The Dill Pickles, who will be playing the Spruce Hill May Fair this Saturday, May 9 at 2:00 PM.
Listen to ’em here.
I’ve heard that “Nobody’s Business” song like 100 times this week.