Ulala
Awkward Woodward
So I was complaining in the 'Best of 2011' thread about feyness and twee and whimsy and childishness in music, and several of you agreed, so let's have a complaining thread.
Let's be clear, though: twee isn't automatically bad. I'm quite partial to BMX Bandits and Belle and Sebastian, where twee is more an aesthetic than the whole raison d'etre. This is about the modern-day ironic cover-version twee, and the kind of person/mindset to whom it appeals. If you've watched any amount of TV recently, you will have been subjected to hideous adverts containing some of the most objectionable music, like, ever. Here are some examples:
I said that the Match.com one made me want to trample on throats, and it does. (Even the pretty girl in the advert deserves a kicking for her involvement.) This kind of shit is insidious and unacceptable. The mawkish, cloying childishness of it is what rankles most, I think; the simpering gentility and (yes, I'm going to go there) smugness of it all. The hesitant, stilted, 'aren't I so sweet and timid?' delivery, the thrift-store clothes, the coyness, the fucking xylophones - these people are eunuchs, who need to be fed drugs and cocks until they join humanity again. That, or chemically castrated so they can't propagate their worthless, infected genes ever again.
Post your own twee songs! Bile is, in this case, entirely necessary.
[Edit: I know you can't castrate eunuchs, as such, but they deserve it anyway, the bastards.]
Let's be clear, though: twee isn't automatically bad. I'm quite partial to BMX Bandits and Belle and Sebastian, where twee is more an aesthetic than the whole raison d'etre. This is about the modern-day ironic cover-version twee, and the kind of person/mindset to whom it appeals. If you've watched any amount of TV recently, you will have been subjected to hideous adverts containing some of the most objectionable music, like, ever. Here are some examples:
I said that the Match.com one made me want to trample on throats, and it does. (Even the pretty girl in the advert deserves a kicking for her involvement.) This kind of shit is insidious and unacceptable. The mawkish, cloying childishness of it is what rankles most, I think; the simpering gentility and (yes, I'm going to go there) smugness of it all. The hesitant, stilted, 'aren't I so sweet and timid?' delivery, the thrift-store clothes, the coyness, the fucking xylophones - these people are eunuchs, who need to be fed drugs and cocks until they join humanity again. That, or chemically castrated so they can't propagate their worthless, infected genes ever again.
Post your own twee songs! Bile is, in this case, entirely necessary.
[Edit: I know you can't castrate eunuchs, as such, but they deserve it anyway, the bastards.]