We're up all night to get lucky

The site I read about this on is entirely in hipster French so I only understood half of its meaning, but this is a damn cool track. Perfect for an evening in with a new personal sound system at your fingertips.
Welcome back Daft Punk. I look forward to spending my Summer with you.

SCREAMS

Is it bad that this level of band-related mania makes total sense to me? I boody love One Direction.

One Love

Just watched the first half of this. Such a treat. The rest is saved for tomorrow's Valentines night when I'm all on my lonesome. 
How the Loyal Minder loves her sexy children...

You don't know-oh-oh

I just can't help myself. One Direction make my life better. I watched the above numbers back four times last night, much to the disgust of my mother and the cat. I squealed, squawked, squirmed, shook and screamed - they're so fucking amazing, and I'm such a rampant fan girl that I cannot even put it in to words. Time to go flick through my OD calendar again and try to calm down...

L-U-V, AHEM, NEVER?

She had to go and do it, didn't she? Ruin one of the most credible and fabulous music artists we have around today. Why M.I.A. decided to join in on this freakishly put together shambles will forever be beyond me (watch this space for the inevitable interview/press statement from the London-born-and-bred "super-star" and my attempts to unpick its meaning). A friend posted on facebook that "seeing M.I.A. dance around with pom poms  shouting L-U-V MADONNA was deeply, deeply unnerving" - to say the least, right?
Also, I don't really get why our decade spanning "super-star" Madge herself felt the need to presumably poke fun at her rampant baby obsession - is that a joke baby bump I can see? No doubt she looks incredible (at least until she takes her coat off and we are witnesses to those terrifying legs and that forever spread crotch) and it's a catchy, if infuriating, track - but to ruin first M.I.A. almost beyond repair, and then use Minaj to all the wrong purposes, is shameful and looks pretty pathetic in the long run. 
What a mess, what a mess, what a mess.

Dressed Up Like Sunday Morning

I fucking love yeasayer.

Kelly Rowland vs Beyonce - ultimate cat fight

is one of my favourite ever people. If it hadn't been for Beyonce's immediate take over of her former band mate right after the Xfactor semi finals on Sunday evening, she'd be my ultimate woman for the rest of December. However, Beyonce, true to form, took centre stage on the ITV's A Night With Beyonce. WTF. She is an actual goddess.

Kelly is too, just not the alpha-goddess that she perhaps deserves to be. I love both of the following clips so much it actually hurts. Not sure how to feel, but I love them both so dearly that my heart aches with every beat of their beautiful existences...



Remember the Long Blondes?

You think I have a hit list?

Yeah,wedrink.wedrink.wegetfuckedup.fuckedupppp.

Here's all I know

So I have those words tattooed onto my spine. Pretentious as fuck or whattt?

Hauntin'

Me likey.

Hi, my name is...

Stereo Mike.

Soundtrackofthedayrighttherebitch.please.
Reminds us of being a kid and summer and early glugs of warm, stale beer on the skate park.

Never See

Another random yet delightful discovery. Not a big fan of the production, particularly early on. But the vocals and progression and just gorgeous.

I got money on my mind, no where else though

All I've got is time for my self so...

Uhuh

Same goes for this one, what a doll.

Running for love and money

Mesmerizing, if totally absurd.

Noice

God, when will she stop being so gad-darned hawt?

I wanna be the whole world's girl.

So I'm actually addicted. She hasn't left my mind for weeks.

My Daddy in Nebraska, and Jesus Christ

 

Oh Gaga, honey. I'm never not going to adore you.

I hate fatties

 Well baby, you've won me over.