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I had the damn good luck to snag a ticket to Scissor Sisters’ sold out Bowery Ballroom show on Sunday night to celebrate the upcoming release of their fourth studio album, Magic Hour. I’ve seen the Scissor Sisters perform before and it never fails: this band knows how to show their audience a good fucking time.
Ana Matronic (one of the band’s lead vocalists, along with super sexy Jake Shears) described their exuberant set in this small venue as being like a party they were throwing in their parents’ basement. For the energetic audience, the party kept on, non-stop, throughout the fifteen song set, heavily featuring never-before-performed tracks from their eagerly anticipated album.
So far as I was concerned, the band has never sounded better than they did Sunday night, in the spot-on acoustics of this great venue, and the new tracks, including standouts “Shady Love” and “Keep Your Shoes On,” had a particularly polished, 90s club music production style that felt right on the pulse of what’s happening now in pop music. The new songs were incredibly accessible, even on first listen, and kept the audience dancing throughout the evening. Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I’ve had as much fun hearing unfamiliar music played live.
Hey, kids. It’s Frecks again, although it’s been a minute since we’ve talked. Clearly, that means we have some music to discuss. And, in today’s case, it’s some super delicious, brain infecting dance pop music. And, because God made me a giver in addition to a homosexual, I’ve brought along some visuals to illustrate. (I’ll think later of ways you can thank me.)
Andrew Christian Dancers – F U Betta [Tribute to Neon Hitch]
Let’s start with this delightful bit of trash, shall we? It’s not even a little bit safe for work. (Unless you work as a go-go at Splash or something sad like that, in which case: “Get back on that bar and shake it for the tourists!”) Don’t say you weren’t warned.
How horrid, yes? I think we can all agree that such a terrifying display of flaming faggotry slash bossy bottom pride has seldom been seen outside of the dance floor at Bartini. Still, you can’t help but admire Andrew Christian for really knowing his customer base. And, you know, pandering to it so directly.
In this installment, we’re about to introduce you to some delicious, perfectly produced, big budget K-Pop. And, unsurprisingly, we’re gonna get a little … lacist.
Homos, you knew it was only a matter of time. The Far East, what with their Tiger Mothers and their militaristic student discipline, would never be content just to snatch up the best jobs in medicine and engineering. No, homos: our friends on the other side of the world were bound to set their squinty sights directly on the weaves of your favorite Western pop stars. Kelly Rowlands of the world: allow me to introduce you to your new nightmare. (And, dude, it’s coming well ahead of schedule: 13 years before Blue Ivy is slated to grow into her training bra.)
This right here is the goods. The song? Only fair. The gorgeous girls dancing like they got a baby at home who ain’t got no Pampers and a man they ain’t even KNOW where he is? DIVINE.
Mmmm. How’d that taste? Real good, right? Like bubble tea and some steaming hot ramen noodle soup.
So, homos: what’d you think? And, on the topic of things that are surprisingly perfect, did you all catch the premiere of GCB last night? How fucking amazing was that? It’s been a good week for gays, kids. And it’s only Tuesday.
Okay, homos: if you know at all what’s good for you, you’ve already read “The Hunger Games” trilogy in its entirely. Likely, you’ve also been inspired to get a “Katniss Everdin is my Homegirl” tramp stamp.
You certainly squealed with sheer delight when you learned that the books had been optioned into a movie, and that fierce, up-and-comer Jennifer Lawrence (a.k.a. Young Mystique in X-Men: First Class) had signed on in the lead role.
Well, earlier this year, we got more evidence that the film was in capable hands, creatively, from a somewhat unlikely source: everyone’s least-favorite goody two shoes, Taylor Swift.
See, Taylor, joined by Indie Folk Americana duo and overnight music industry darlings, The Civil Wars, (about whom we’ve already raved on this blog), recorded the perfect theme song to the series.
That’s right. You heard me. The. Perfect. Theme.
Hey, kids. How you Laura Dern? You finally managed to shake off that persistent, lingering Sunday brunch hangover? Ready to talk about music perhaps? Maybe?
Lana Del Rey’s album, “Born to Die,” was officially released today. Any of y’all already listened to it ten times through on repeat? Excepting a stan-tastic rave review on Gloganvlog?
Not so much of that here, I’m afraid. Don’t get me wrong: I think the album’s great. I think it lived up to my expectations and then some. That said, basically everyone on the entire internet has already chimed in on what they think about it, often at agonizing length, and I just can’t be bothered to contribute to that. Suffice to say, if, like me, you are at all into super stylish, well-produced moody electropop, get your filthy gay hands on a copy of that album, ASAP.
Instead of talking about Lana, I figured I’d link some music videos that I think don’t suck too hard. Maybe you can watch them while you’re waiting for
the pain of your bleak existence the workday to end and let me know what you think in the comments.
Phantogram – When I’m Small
I love that one of my very favorite songs of 2010 got what is basically a perfect video treatment: a mini movie that’s just as sexy, cool and impeccably produced as the song itself.
So, homos: the 2011 Academy Award nominees were announced today.
The Academy failed to nominate Michael Fassbender’s penis for its courageous work in “Shame.” Charlize Theron, despite perfectly capturing the very essence of every staff writer here at Gloganvlog with her brilliant performance in “Young Adult,” failed to score a nod of her own.
Perhaps most disappointingly of all, Ryan Gosling wasn’t nominated for “Ides of March,” “Drive” or any of the other eleven movies he appeared in this year, so he won’t show up on the red carpet looking so damn good in a tuxedo as to set the nation’s collective panties to dropping all at once.
“Transformers 2: Dark Side of the Moon,” however, is now an Academy Award nominated film, kids.
2011: worst year for film ever?
The complete list of nominees, after the jump.
Hey, homos. Time we had another little talk.
We’re like halfway through January, and, if my gym is any indication, many of you have dropped your
hard-earned Christmas money from Aunt Rita on gym memberships and are resolved to get in shape look like Ryan Reynolds, pre-Scar Jo / bad facial plastic surgery.
In theory, I’m all about you improving your health. (Let’s be real, last thing I want is for my medicare taxes to pay for your future coronary bypasses and knee replacement surgeries.) In practice, however, I’ve spent the last two weeks silently wishing that all of you fail to keep your resolutions, just like you have every other year, and get the fuck out of my gym.
In the interest of making peace, and in the interest of not seeing my own sour bitchface reflected back at me from every mirror in the weight room, I figured I’d drop a little wisdom on you all as to what not to do at the gym. (What can I say: my 2012 resolution is to try to avoid committing any locker room hate crimes.)
- Don’t treat weight benches and gym equipment like they’re your fucking seats. I’m sure it’s exhausting exercising for the first time since January 2011, but, if you’re not actively using weight equipment, don’t sit on it like an asshole. Almost certainly, someone else (read: me) would like to use it. Read more…
Homos: hold yourselves. I’m about to say something nice. Or rather, a series of nice things about my favorite songs of this last year.
Fine, we are in fact four days into 2012, but I still hadn’t had time until now to tell you which of last year’s songs were my favorite. (And, let’s be real: how would you know what to like if someone better than you didn’t tell you?)
Obviously, this was a carefully compiled and thoughtfully prepared list, using the most advanced of scientific algorithms and formulas. That is to say, I sorted songs from 2011 in iTunes by number of plays and let that be that. In your best, most gloriously round-voweled, Minnesotan, Loretta accents, say it with me: “There. Easy as pie.”
Shall we begin?
- 10. “I Wrote The Book” - Beth Ditto
- Beth Ditto manages, in less than four minutes, both to prove that she’s the ferocious house diva all Gossip fans knew she could be if she wanted, and also to show that dumb ho Lady Gaga Read more…
Hey, homos, hey: the
world year is ending before the week is over, which offers the perfect excuse to list the worst audio miscarriages perpetrated on us this year by the American music industry. Every single one of the songs listed, below, was a Top 20 Billboard Hit during 2011. Seriously! America, you are the worst. Let’s get right to it, shall we?
- 10. “Where Them Girls At” - David Guetta feat. Flo Rida, and Nicki Minaj
- Like everything else that comes from his bullshit, namesake state (see, e.g., Gary, Jason, and Julia), Flo Rida is the god-damned worst. Also, Nicki Minaj? You’ve got about 0:07 of your fifteen Read more…
Friends and homos: I’ve decided I’d finally take the plunge and reveal a picture, so all y’all could see for yourselves what I look like.
Please revise your mental images accordingly.
Let’s be real: I only (sex) dream about having cum-gutters like this stud. I am gym-obsessed even for a gay dude, but I like to eat an occasional sandwich, and one that’s made from ingredients other than ephedrine and methamphetamine. (Don’t get any ideas, Gary.)
This here lean, prime slab of grade A ass goes by the name of Joss Kloss, an LA-based model/actor. You may recognize him from Read more…