I do know I'm blown away by this video.
Get it. Because they're shooting each other.
With bullets. Like, from a gun.
All you need to know is, it's 2 in the morning and I'm prying apart Girl Talk again.
You know what? I Like Missy Elliott! She's in the, the same group as Timbaland (Literally. They were the driving producing force behind just about every hit you heard at school dances when you were in 4th to 8th grade.
She never takes herself too seriously, and her videos constantly amuse - and for the most part, she's tweaked her style each single enough that they're different.
That's the only downside, actually. Within each song, there are so many changes that I always find myself focusing/liking one couple dozen second long refrain or break.
That's what Girl Talk is, or rather, why it's wormed it's way into the generic college scene. It's just every couple-dozen-second-break that sticks in your head, stacked on top of one another until you can't....feel...the...pea underneath? I have no idea where I was going there.
Now, so, Missy is the driving element there. The only other two things you need to know are the beat at the very beginning (go, go listen again)
(How cool is this video. God. I love slow motion dancing. I love 1998. I love rollerskate disco. I'm okay with Faith Evans
and the backing 80's synths for the verse (from like :30 to :56, go, go listen again)
(I fucking love the 80's. I love pulling fishes out of pots that turn into vector graphics for a turbine or something. I love shoulder pads. I can't stand this music.)
That's all I got. Unless you want to talk about Lycopodiophyta.
....go watch that rollerdisco video again. How fucking sweet is the guy in gold and black. I want him to follow me around and just dance all the goddamn time.
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