In the words of that great and wise orator Harvey Dent, "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain." Well, unless you're Diplo. As recently as mid-2010, arguing about Diplo really was a thing that people did. Was he a preternaturally prescient cool kid, effortlessly parachuting into 'bout-to-blow micro-scenes, tirelessly channeling the sounds of Young America, and deftly synthesizing potent little cultural scraps into something big and bright and palatable? Or was he a vampire, shamelessly slurping on tyro blood, manipulating its hemoglobin to his own crass ends? That argument is over. In the late days of 2013 A.D., the Diplo Wars have subsided. And, yeah: He won.
Bowie's new video depicts, among other things, priests partying and a touch of stigmata; as you might have expected, the Catholic League was not amused. Writes the League's prez Bill Donohue, "The switch-hitting, bisexual, senior citizen from London has resurfaced, this time playing a Jesus-like character who hangs out in a nightclub dump frequented by priests, cardinals and half-naked women ... in short, the video reflects the artist — it is a mess." I might be reading this wrong, but is it at all possible — considering the strangely jovial and florid word choices above — that Bill Donohue is all aggy right now because his MP3 blog never took off?
"It's evident that nobody knows who the real Riff Raff is right now. Nobody knows. I don't even know whadifadadada later on tonight. I probably be eating chicken nuggets or something." —Riff Raff on Spring Breakers, kind of. Perhaps he could eat them with Dangeruss's fork, his fork his fork his fork.
"I used to be a way better writer and a rapper when I used to want a black Carmengia.
Now a n---- speedin' in a Porsche, feeling like I'm going off of course."
— André 3000
Three notes here:
The one obvious criticism: I really don't like how André 3000 is TOTES ripping off Kendrick Lamar's style here.
Chill, bro. That's a joke. Stay out of my inbox about it.
By the time you get to the end of this song, chances are you'll forget that T.I. is even alive because André 3000 is GODDAMN TOUGH here, son. If you're a rapper and you're on a song with him and he starts doing that hyper-nasally sing-song thing that only he and God can do, then just fuck your life. You're taking that L, that's all there is to it.
Earlier this month, Grantland's Songs of the Week™ pointed your attention to ascendant U.K. pop starlet Jessie Ware and her compactly perfect single "Sweet Talk." This week, we direct you to another young British lady crooner who might be famous sooner rather than later. Lianne la Havas dropped her debut, Is Your Love Big Enough?, earlier this month, and now she's up and about, strutting around Brooklyn in a slick one-shot video. Bonus: If you like interesting shirt collars (and, really, who doesn't!), this video is for you.