The indie circuit is an equally mixed bag. Some highlights include exciting acts on the rise like Florrie, Icona Pop, Zowie, Queen of Hearts, Charli XCX, & Catcall. There are some lowlights, though: Hot Chip's latest single is just utterly confusing, Chromeo isn't releasing new music anytime soon, & the hipster's crumpet, Azealia Banks, can't sing a song without ordering a hit on someone.
I have been anticipating Ladyhawke's latest album for an eternity. Pascal Gabriel is quite simply the perfect collaborator, mixer, & producer for Pip's Ladyhawke project, having experience with both punk rock & pure POP (Kylie Minogue, Goldfrapp, Dido). However, since the release of Ladyhawke in 2008, younger stars like Charli XCX seem to have eclipsed poor Pip, which is a damn shame. Unless there is a synthtastic, sun-drenched POP phenomenon hiding somewhere in this album, I don't think it will make much of an impact. Not even Popjustice seems excited for Anxiety... which makes me really anxious.
Call My Name is any indicator, Cheryl Cole's next album is going to be the biggest thing that ever happened to the summer of twenty-twelve & then the most forgotten thing since video cassettes or the Balkan wars. I happen to quite like Cheryl. She is a very good saleslady, & boy, can she wear colorful pants (when she decides to wear pants). I am pretty excited to go digging for treasure on A Million Lights, with its Lana Del Rey-penned tracks & Calvin Harris nap sessions. Do my ears deceive me, or do I hear a smidget of dubstep on the track she previewed? This should be a good 'un...
sheer genius of Wayne Coyne on board, how could her next musical venture be anything less than explosive? I'm expecting brilliance from Lady Ke$ha, while Gregory expects next to nothing. We need a song already. The sooner the better.
Speaking of Ke$ha, we can't forget about the lovely Neon Hitch, one of the most talented & intriguing mainstream POP projects with one of the worst, worst marketing teams. Instead of working with Neon's earthy sexiness & natural knack for performance to develop a unique POP act, the Hitch-team decided to adorn her in a sub-Rihanna barrage of body oil & sex mannequins & sell her, unconvincingly, as the next Ke$ha. Grave mistake. Even if Benny Blanco is on board, it's hard to get excited just yet. We already have Nicki Minaj; nobody needs another POP star with an identity crisis.