LOOK LOOK LOOK WHAT IS ON MY BOOBS
So there’s this Almost Alice tie-in album for Burton’s AiW and most of it is meh to average. Special mention goes to the atrocity that is Kerli’s song, Tea Party, which tries to make sexually-loaded lyrics clever and cute and still acceptable in what is essentially a teen CD. The video is packed full of aristos laden with lace and feathers and looking very Emilie Autumn, which is never, ever a bad thing, but when this Gaga lookalike starts inviting you to “pour me out,” it gets a bit shit. Kids over fourteen will be all, “HA this is fucking hilarious”; kids under fourteen will have their ears muffled by their parents.
Shinedown’s Her Name Is Alice is a bit of all right: it takes me back to my early teen affairs with Nickelback and the rest of the soundalike gravelly-voiced rawk bands. The song is pretty awesome, though.
BUT. Oh yes, “BUT,” ladies and loons, there is one hidden gem.
May I present to you Robert fucking Smith, covering Disney’s Very Good Advice, in the weirdest, most scrumptiously whimsical fashion you could possibly imagine:
Happy place has been reached for this evening, a-thank you.