Europe: Cradle of Camp (Another guestpost from our British Correspondent)

My name is Alfie. I’m 23 years old. And I’m a Euroholic.

I am, more precisely, a politics-obsessed Europhile: two causes which have rarely been less popular in my homeland, but which go together hand-in-hand.

Combined, they mean that this May I will be reduced to a quivering heap of nerves. On the 6^th May Britain goes to the polls for a general election – a contest which is very likely to go badly for my team, and leave me wanting to drink a ballot box of gin. On 29^th May Europe goes to the phones to select its best-worst song of the year in the annual lycra-wrapped camp-fest that is the Eurovision Song Contest – a contest which is still more certain to go badly for my team, but will nonetheless leave me wanting to climb onto the roof and sing ‘Dancing Queen’ while downing bad sangria.

Bad Pop Wednesday

When bad pop is good: Spin Doctors on Sesame Street.  Enjoy.  

 

Bad Pop Wednesdays

It’s a well known fact that I have hundreds of bad Japanese pop songs in my music library to compliment other thousands of types of bad pop songs residing there. One of the best things about Jpop tends to be the ridiculous videos. And thus, I share one with you today to get you past humpday.

Bad Pop Wednesdays

I don’t know if I’m allowed to post the Bad Pop Wednesday entries without checking with Kaks and Willa, [ed - bad pop is a democratic right for all; a right that cannot be withheld even by those as power hungry as Kaks and myself]  but a friend introduced me to this song yesterday, and then I went and found the video and it’s just way too good to pass up.

Bad Pop Wednesdays

Recently introduced to me by a friend, enjoy your hump-day fix: 

Bad Pop Wednesdays

Enjoy your hump day fix:

Bad Pop Wednesdays

The original idea, to be fair, was boy band wednesdays.  But as much as we are embarrassingly preoccupied with bad 90s boy bands (and so are you, judging by comments) an entire weekly feature seemed like a bit much, even for us.  

But a mere feeling that boy bands were inadequately fascinating had not restrained our mediocre to hideous taste in music.  So we’ll be indulging our guiltiest pleasures weekly – and so will you.  

This week I wanted to bring you what I believe to be indisputably the best music video ever made. I was going to explain why, but then I realized: between the Pope’s appearance and the elephant’s guest visit, there’s really nothing to explain.  Just enjoy.

 

Seriously? More about boy bands?

I want to take a moment to talk about boy bands.

Kaks has, it’s true, already posted about boy bands, and one might think that two posts about boy bands within a week of launching a blog is a little excessive. One is almost certainly right.

But I do not wish to talk about them in their glory days. Because, frankly, I wasn’t into them in their glory days. My bad taste developed late.