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Rating: When you're hot, you're young, you've seen half the world, and you're rich enough to decide to move permanently to Paris because "you prefer the European lifestyle over the American one" (source Wikipedia), you've probably received a lot from life.
Then if one day you also happen to date a somewhat famous French DJ who teases your dreams of success and produces your first track which becomes an underground hit, then you've definitely been kissed by God.
If then, after hearing your cult track, a French electronic duo decides to have you sing on what will become one of the most significant dance music records of the '00s (if you haven't listened to it yet, you're hopelessly "out". Go fix that), then you realize you've been disgustingly lucky. So why not try to make a whole album, just for fun?
No matter, since you're so lucky, you don't even need to know how to sing! This record manages, indeed, to make the infamous autotune sound almost elegant, even more than the great Imogen Heap!
The first track on this album is the aforementioned hit "Pop The Glock" (2006), an incredibly minimalist booty-shaker: finger snaps as the rhythmic base, deep bass, hyper-vocoded voice and that's it. Few effective elements make it one of the manifestos of hipsterism. Unmissable then, the fantastic related video-clip full of well-dressed indie hipsters with gloriously bored faces (if you feel an extreme disgust don't worry, it's normal, it happened to me too: it's called mega-envy!). In the second track, she informs us how cool she is, Uffie, and well, we knew it, but everyone's good with words, right? And indeed, in the third track who pops up to reiterate that Uffie is a super-cool chick? Who else but Pharrell Williams?
And so on with a series of catchy tracks, soaked in autotune, very danceable (but always to be danced with a bored demeanor, don't forget) but never cheesy. Or at least not cheesy in the American sense: to balance out the protagonist's silliness there are indeed the warm hands of the "French Touch" of excellent producers: Mr. Oizo (the "the puppet"), Mirwais, and Feadz (the boyfriend mentioned above). Sniff their fingers and get intoxicated.
What could be more glamorous, then, than making the title track by inserting a sample of "Rock & Roll" by the Velvet Underground into a fresh electro-hop extravaganza?
Then, maybe, there’s even time for a track that's more than just nice like "First Love": a sugary ballad in full '80s style with danceable, glitter-drenched twists to dance under the stars. Unbelievably kitsch, but it doesn’t matter: you're drunk, you feel beautiful, the perfume intoxicates you and those around you, you've taken off your heels because otherwise you'll collapse to the ground, you feel the damp sand between your black-painted toes, and all you can do is dance, dance, dance, get wasted...and, oops, your head spins, and you fall gently to the ground and laugh. Laugh like never before because it's summer and nothing can harm you if you're young, rich, and have colorful plastic bracelets on your wrists and a pair of condoms in your clutch.
Aaaah, magnifique jeunesse!
I don't think anyone reading this review will want to buy this frivolous pop record (anyway, honestly made) unless you want to act cool saying "hey, wanna hear the record from the girl in Tthhee Ppaarrttyy?". But, all things considered, it deserves a listen because this is rather fun music that’s a child of our hysterical times in which the talent of one person alone doesn't count for much (in this case, it’s the talent of many) and Uffie knows it and rubs it in our faces splendidly:
"Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks"
And with that face, who would ever have the courage to tell her to go to hell?
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Pop the Glock (03:30)
mc am i, people call me uff
when i rock the party, you bust a nut
feadz is breaking out the beat
shit be hotter, than me
me and he, our crews a militia
better watch out, my clan gets vicious
bad ass bitch, im rated x
im gifted, aint gotta sell sex
cross the beach onto the street
gotta work hard, no room to cheat
crunk n grime, thats my bloodline
feadz is mixin, uffies shoutin
uff is bangin, feadz is bangin
time to get low, do the tootsie roll
thats how we do, do it hot
and if you understood, would you?
stop hatin and playin hard
i got a loaded bodygaurd
dont make him pull out the glock and pop
uffies gonna make this shit rock
like do, do i like
boys call on me when they feel freaky hot
i run this show, you got to slow
pick up the pace, with you cracked out face
uffies bangin, feadz is bangin
time to get low, do the tootsie roll
thats how we do, do it hot
and if you understood, would you?
beat my ryhme, if you can
yea you talk shit, think i care?
my style in this flow, is confusin cause ya dont know
pop the glock,pop the glock, pop the glock, pop the glock, pop the glock pop the glock pop the glock, the glock you pop
sound like twista, fast as hell
i rock this beat you know damn well
gonna make it to the top
spit this shit, till you drop
down low is where ya keep it boy
dont let anyone know
gonna tear you down, underneath you just a clown
time everyone see, what you really be
play the game, the game gets played
i got a man and he goes by feadz
play the game, the game gets played
i got a man and he goes by feadz
uff is bangin, feadz is bangin
time to get low, do the tootsie roll
thats how we do, do it hot
and if you understood, would you?
beat my ryhme, if you can
yea ya talk shit, think i care?
my style in this flow, is confusin cause ya dont know
pop the glock, the glock you pop
if you outta line its you ill bang pop
pop the glock, the glock you pop
if you outta line its you ill bang pop
pop the glock, the glock you pop
if you outta line its you ill bang pop
uff is bangin,uff is bangin,uff is bangin, feadz is bangin
uff is bangin, feadz is bangin
time to get low, do the tootsie roll
uff is bangin, feadz is bangin, uff is bangin, feadz is bangin
me and he our crews a militia
better watch out my clan gets vicious
thats how we do, do it hot
and if you understood, would you?
stop hatin and playin hard
i got a loaded bodygaurd
dont make him pull out the glock and pop
uffies gonna make this shit rock
like do, do i like
boys call on me when they feel freaky hot
i run this show, you got to slow
pick up the pace, with you cracked out face
pop the glock,pop the glock, pop the glock, pop the glock, pop the glock pop the glock pop the glock, the glock you pop
pop the glock,pop the glock, pop the glock, pop the glock, pop the glock pop the glock pop the glock, the glock you pop
if you outta line its you ill bang pop
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