Once, I watched two girls kiss. A faint fragrance of Pineapple lay heavy in the air as the Breezers were pushed away. Nobody moved or spoke. Beatific smiles flowered on every face. A boy's placid palm cupped an unguarded breast, in much the same way that beggar touched Jesus. Hands are all over Katy Perry's mouthful of pop fun, DJ's crowd around like the teenagers in that house in Putney. They spin, mix, scratch and paw at her, layering, splicing and redressing the track into an electro negligee. These two are my favourite: Mr GASPAR cuts it up with some style, moving with the original chord changes, like a breakdancer waltzing with a bellydancer. Publics Mcfly funks like cheerleaders tripping out in their pom-poms.
Katy Perry - I Kissed A Girl(Mr Gaspar)
To call "I Kissed a Girl" provocative in a serious manner, not just provoking hardons on the school run but breaking taboos and liberalising the US charts, is absurd. It's frivolous, the aural equivalent of a cherry lollypop. If you want issues to be challengingly dealt with, why not hand Germaine Greer the mike and join in a sing-along of "I'm raising a kid with two mommies and I like it".
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