Hello again! I finally feel like I have something to write about!!
[DISCLAIMER – this is going to be an old school Sibling Revelry post. That means if you are a starry eyed superfan who thinks the Guys can do no wrong – this is not the blog for you. I reserve the right to be critical, sarcastic, and snarky. I also reserve the right, in my rightful role as a mom, to point out the perils of wearing tight clothing and tripping hazards. If you are with me, follow me over the jump. If you’re not, and you follow me anyway, don’t bother leaving a nasty comment. I’ll delete it. This is a personal blog, not a democracy.]
Ready? Here we go!
It has been so long since I’ve blogged, I can’t figure out how to embed video… so… click on the drum major above to check out the leaked version of the Pom Poms video. Or click here.
Firstly, I want to offer my congratulations to the Guys for a successful single release. I’ve heard a lot about it, and I have not been paying much attention, so – good job!
I have listened to the song twice so far, and the title of this post is more about my early morning impressions after watching the video for the first time this morning on my iPhone in the Dunkin Donuts parking lot than about the song itself.
Overall, I feel the sound is still genuine. I love the horns (always love the horns), and the sound is still set apart from the other things I am hearing out there (which is mostly top 40 dance music because NPR was giving me panic attacks). I hear the same solid pop with wicked hooks that seems to be a logical progression from where they left us at LVATT (maybe even ALBL) but now dealing overtly with adult themes.
I hate to admit I really don’t know what they are talking about in the song. I guess I am not at a stage in my life right now where I can easily comprehend vague innuendo. Casper Babypants, The Pop Ups, and Thomas and Friends tend to be a little more straight forward with their turn of phrase. Putting down pom poms is kind-of an oddly sexual demand based on a more or less innocent thing. Pom poms are fairly innocent even for Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders. And setting the video in a small town, on what appears to be a high school football field, with a marching band on hand sets the stage for a weird coming of age high school-y/college-y place. Seemingly innocent, but we all know what is really going on at those frat parties.
I think I get it. Sexy dancing, sexy posing, boobies – you’re grown up. Gotcha *wink*.
As far as the song goes, from what my addled brain can surmise, they are talking about a woman who is a fiercely talented dancer, definitely sexy, maybe trashy (you know, in that good way), and nicer to be around when she has her hands free. ahem. According to the video, she also apparently likes to wear very tight hot pants, and I would like to take this opportunity to warn her about the perils of that wardrobe choice.
The problem is, I felt a little hit over the head with all the sexy. At times I literally felt like I was being smacked in the face with hotpants clad pelvic thrusts. At other times, I was left pondering the sore muscles the women must have had after a day of sexy posing.
“Ow, my back!”
Just looking at this makes my back hurt.
I am not going to go into a thing about the objectification of women, because – why bother- and I know the respectful treatment of women didn’t get them very far, but…*sigh*.
I was also totally distracted by all of the tripping hazards.
But then there was this…
You say your name is Joe?
Kelvin? What a unique name…Oh, Kevin, Kevin… that’s cool.
Hi, Nick. How’s it goin’
And this (the best I could do to get a pic of them all together – I was momentarily obsessed with the thought that Kevin wasn’t actually there the same time as Joe and Nick were).
Dude, I don’t want to alarm you, but I think you left your camera on the ground over there…
And then, there was a DANCE BATTLE (if that is what the kids are still calling them these days).
“Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh-uh”
“Do, do, do, do-do-do”
OK, this part left me a little flat. Flat mostly due to the whiny tone of the hotpants girls (you know the tone – like that girl you knew in freshman year of college that only talked to boys in a baby voice and they all loved her and you ripped your hair out trying to understand why. I’ll tell you why, ladies. Because she put her pom poms down. That’s why).
That being said, the hotpants girls totally killed the guy’s little wobbly dance. *KAPOW!*
I think the song is good, however distracting the video. I appreciate the diversity in the video, and I remain ever hopeful for the new album and will be up for going to see them at the Borgata when they come by on their summer tour.
I will now leave you with my gallery of “what the hell is going on here?!”
I know I am cramming this in here, but, if you haven’t checked out the videos over on mtv.com, do it. They are funny and sweet and Joe makes Kevin blush.
P.S. to the two people that I know are reading this post (you don’t count Mememoi) – we love you, but I don’t know if I can commit to a full come back of the blog yet. I have a little one (she will be 2 next Monday!) and I am fully committed to her and to catching up on Doctor Who. So… you know… priorities. But I will write when the mood strikes. This by no means means that I am not fond of all of you.
P.P.S. Go on ahead and pick up the single “Pom Poms” over at iTunes (or your preferred outlet).