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Their influence is pretty clear in loads of 2000s and 2010s pop music and there are numerous rocking tracks listed. I applaud the CHRONOLOGICAL DIVERSITY. On second thoughts let's all have a heartwarming chat about The Saturdays instead :manson:

Yeah, she has the vocal range of an asthmatic communion wafer but WHAT A SONG. That delicate, twinkly production is exquisite and who can forget that Leighton practically originated #THICKE acting like a creepy old perv (other than quite literally everyone)

If she really owned Fancy in her own right, then they wouldn't have released two carbon copies of it with featured artist, big choruses as follow-ups. She would have been allowed to stand alone, no feature. That she's been continually watered down into this odd mix of an edgy rapper that releases fun, cartoonish pop songs is testament to that. Plenty of hip-hop artists have worked with female popstars and produced excellent songs, that's a total departure from my argument and I find that quite frustrating. If I was in the mood to be elitist, I'd say that her awful freestyling and bizarre co-opting of Southern patois would preclude her from being a proper rap artist, not that.

I suppose she's got a couple of decent lines in that one, they're just a bit brief. I don't know if it's her poor diction or the mixing but she frequently seems submerged in the production, particularly on this new one. It leaves you waiting for the unclear, mumbly parts to end before the chorus. I want her to switch it up, her flow is quite samey. She sits under the beat, I don't feel like she WANTS to trash the hotel with Charli, nor get drunk on the minibus.

I think that's a recurring theme, all of her big hits have rested on big, identical choruses sung by someone else. She sounds like a featured artist on her own songs and that's a sin for a big, urban artist (well, "urban" as in she knows some black people). She should be spitting killer bars, getting in touch with her inner thug misses, DOMINATING the track, not relying on the feature. Her most famous lines are ones about owning slaves and impersonating characters from The Wild Thornberries. (aside from Pu$$y which is absolutely lethal)

I find it pretty awful that she's been RECLAIMED by the gayz as some sort of fabulous, out-there truth-teller when the most interesting thing she's done is get bummed in a field. I'm all for ironic veneration of tyrants but she's so bloody obvious. Making fun of people on benefits is easy money. For the level of hype for her controversial, extreme bitchiness she should be really sticking it to the children's wards. TLC should give her show to anti-bullying inspiration and holder of eleven GCSEs Jodie Marsh.

Channel Orange is probably one of my favourite albums. It's got a really distinctive and special sound about it and I hope he stays that way. I'm trying to think of a decent metaphor for the atmosphere of that incredible run of Super Rich Kids, Crack Rock, Lost and Pink Matter - it's like being alone in the middle of an ocean, airy but claustrophobic at the same time. Pink Matter's desolate main riff makes me wish I could play the guitar instead of just trying to dress like I do.

-KMefPToxzQ 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)

the Nando's 'n' banter generation of worthy contemporary British male pop is a cultural nadir, especially because if this was like 2003 he'd be on Celebrity Love Island instead of claiming to be an IMPORTANT ARTISTE. but he's not the worst one because nobody can actually remember who he is. nonetheless I would like to run my fingers through his hair, if only because I was once informed he looked like me and I'm a totally cool narcissist.

i'll make u weeeeeeet ~ Lonnie's mildly arthritic dance moves! Yessss. This evening's soundtrack: CGoy8Een8ck A truly prescient political anthem. If only we had discovered Helen Love's hard-faced chic pre-recession. #voteukip (not really lolz)

He should be blowing tramps in alleyways for 5ps (the WORST COIN) to be getting away with such twee pish.

You're too kind! If only Lonnie could be my spirit guide in all social situations. It'd certainly lead to more time spent with muscular grown men wearing shorts from the Primark children's range.

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

An epoch-defining slice of filtered disco house. The masculine chanteuse nails yearning, devotion and euphoria. 8hYg4dOX2Z8 When I CLOSE my eyes, you're the only one I see

EDN6Z60iccQ Some call me a BITCH Please buy Heidi's album 'Superficial' out now on iTunes (As an aside I apologise for stealing potential choices. I fully expect Khia's second masterpiece 'Lick Me Dry' to figure.)