HOLY SHIT THAT LONNIE GORDON TRACK!

 

did i save that video or did that video save ME?! (BOTH!)

Randomly went back to this thread and oh my god that Horny song !!! Possibly the best thing I have seen all day :rofl:

i'll make u weeeeeeet ~ Lonnie's mildly arthritic dance moves! Yessss.

 

This evening's soundtrack:

 

 

A truly prescient political anthem. If only we had discovered Helen Love's hard-faced chic pre-recession. #voteukip (not really lolz)

Appologies for the dry spell, trying to write 5000 words in three days takes up your time rather.

 

The next track HAS been selected and it is HOMOSEXUAL THEMED!

 

You've not been street unless you're Queen Toy Toy!

Edited February 28, 201510 yr by tommie

I present to you, Johnny McGovern - Dickmatized

 

 

The long awaited homosexual sequel to the sexually liberated black women, this phallocentric homo jam is the most debauched and tasteless thing to ever hit the internet this side of My Slowanie. For those unfamiliar with Mr McGovern, do not let the rugged front fool you, this man is a certified SuperQween (which is a phrase I have just made up, but I command you to go forth and meme it). The flimsy subtext of this video is a Basketball in what appears to basically be a Meth den that randomly has two all gay teams and three ethnic minority drag queens in the corner. Standard.

 

Here, we see an artist fully in control of her feminine (ish) sexuality and many gangly limbs. As she cavorts in a setting that appears to alternate between a bank (witness Miss Keri grinding her vaginal area against a steel vault door) and the type of hotel ballroom that you only hear about when someone gets stabbed there, she speaks to the filthiest part of the world's souls. The part that sometimes wonders what it'd be like if Beyoncé had died.

 

I got the kinda PUSSY to keep you off the streets

 

Warning: This video may be inappropriate for some audiences (i.e. people who are currently alive)

On the subject of provocative dance routines, I present to you "Fuck Me Like You Mean It" by KORR-A

 

 

This contains all your elements of a top shelf trash piece, the spoken word section at the start of the video in a foreign but yet not fully placeable eurotrash accent, the symbolic dance routine fight wielding phalically shaped objects, a dance routine based heavily around KORR-A rubbing her minge, the pound shop wig, the tinny dance beat aquired from some Royalty Free music sight. Truly a masterpiece

Please,

 

 

:mansoncheer:

Korr-A is one classy bird ~

Edited March 17, 201510 yr by *Tim

 

:cheer:

Rebecca Stella - Swag In A Bag

 

 

A song that Rebecca Stella has retrospectively tried to insist is a 'parody'. An ode to a capitalist consumerist decadence and frivolity ironically set against the ALDI equivalent of music video backdrops. Proof if ever need be that two words that rhyme doth not an opus make (or maybe does make, I'm still not sure).

 

From poor to rich, rich to poor/ Get that Christian Dior

Edited April 4, 201510 yr by LexC

I will respectfully DISAGREE that 'Swag In A Bag' is not an OPUS. Even for Rebecca Stella, whose lyrics are always so meaningful, it stands out. 'Give Me That O' could never.

 

Also on an embarrassing note there are some serious jams in this thread. 'Bubble' is so horrifyingly listenable even with it being objectively horrendous in almost every way.

Polish 1980s glamour model Danuta Lato with "Touch My Heart" - This is "Slavic Girls" the 1989 version:

 

I take your obnoxious, sexually liberated black women and raise you this.

 

 

The part when she's crawling around on an sullied club floor or attempting to rub one out in what is quite possibly a Wetherspoons beer garden = me irl

 

WTF! I am amazed the co-writer of this, is the co-writer of "Rise Like A Phenoix"!!

Rebecca Stella - Swag In A Bag

 

 

A song that Rebecca Stella has retrospectively tried to insist is a 'parody'. An ode to a capitalist consumerist decadence and frivolity ironically set against the ALDI equivalent of music video backdrops. Proof if ever need be that two words that rhyme doth not an opus make (or maybe does make, I'm still not sure).

 

From poor to rich, rich to poor/ Get that Christian Dior

Swag In A Bag <3 ROBBED in that BJSC tbh.

A favourite of mine. I especially CANNOT get enough of this when I'm drunk.

 

Now, I've been getting complaints that Talking Trash has been too impure what with all these songs about liberated sexuality and odes to genetalia. Never one to overkill a joke (hush Rob), here's proof that Trash comes in all guises. I present Peter Alsop - Where Will I Go When I'm Dead And Gone

 

 

The slightly creepy Yewtree adjacent Christian Summer Camp councillor leads a choir of eight year olds on a philisophical examination of the afterlife (Ginge is my personal favourite of this bunch). Proof that trash is still trash even if it's in the name of Jesus. Pre-order your coffins with cable TV now!

Because it will not allow me to play this on plug.dj, I instead present this masterpiece to you discerning fans of shitpop: