Seriously? They couldn't find someone else to sing this song? Someone with a decent voice that they didn't have to digitalize to the point of eradicating any trace of humanness from it? Maybe my hopes of stardom aren't in vain - I just need to sleep with Rihanna, apparently. (WARNING: Music snob rant ahead)
I get so aggravated by these artists who have no apparent talent besides being marginally good looking and exceptionally well connected (See: Paris Hilton). I know nothing about this guy beyond the whole Rihanna debacle and now this song, which I heard in Barracuda last night and was drunk enough to Shazam. This really isn't a bad song for having been written in less than an hour - dare I say it's even catchy, if you ignore the fact that he sounds like he's receiving electric shock under water and the inane lyrics were apparently composed by fifth graders. (Did he really just say "Double your pleasure, double your fun"??)
All this being said, I actually kind of like this damn song and it's earned a reluctant place in my "Songs I Wish I Could Hate" file. Right alongside this one:
God, I want to hate her so much - but I simply can't. I love her.
OMFG I just found this kid - now that Chris Brown has outed himself as a low-life woman beater, let's get this kid to stand in for him. No digital enhancements on that voice, baby!
His gaze is so penetrating and oddly seductive in this creepy, prepubescent way - it actually makes me a little uncomfortable to watch it, and I end up blushing and looking away before it's over.
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