I want candy

Currently the number one song in New Zealand is a cover version of The Kinks’ “You Really Got Me”. The group who have covered is a five-piece male pop group called BOYBAND.

BOYBAND are the deliberately cynical, tongue-in-cheek, ratings-week-focused creation of a radio station. They advertised for five guys who would be “Gay Boy, Hot Boy, Bad Boy, Mummy’s Boy and Fat Boy”, and promised that the winners would get “no big prize, major recording deal or guarantee of fame, just the chance to record a hit single, $500 cash, a 5th share in a 1994 Mazda Bongo van and enjoy a fleeting moment in the ‘pop music’ limelight.”

See, the thing is, New Zealanders are very serious about music. We like people who can play guitars and write their own songs; we like bands who come together because they were flatmates or went to school together, not because they replied to an ad or entered a competition. Even though “Popstars” originated in New Zealand, we generally ain’t got no time for “manufactured” pop acts because, um, well, just because.

So because of this, a normal local pop group wouldn’t have much luck unless they had a signed certificate saying they could all play instruments and had known each other since kindergarten.

But because BOYBAND is a big fat joke, it’s OK for people to like them. Their built-in obsolescence means that there’s no risk that they are going to dominate the charts forever, depriving proper, serious, grown-up artists, such as Bic Runga and Dave Dobbyn, of their rightful place in the pop charts.

The song itself is fairly unremarkable (YouTube). It’s got a bit of rock guitar with some mixed-up DJing and – of course – a rap in the middle. None of them are great singers – they could never ever handle performing anything this majestic.

It’s kind of sad that New Zealand can’t do fluffy pop properly. It’s either the aforementioned serious guitar pop or this entertaining yet cynical comedy.

Where is some sweet, locally made ear candy when you need it?

Footpaths H. Pupas and friends

One day I got a spam from someone called Footpaths H. Pupas. I thought that was rather hilarious so I filed it away and over the last year or so, I’ve collected such LOLtastic pieces of unintentional interweb comedy. I’ve gone through and picked out the finest, and I now present the list of my top 10 fake spam sender names.

Scheming Q. Kettledrum
Khyber R. Zing
Womanhood P. Marzipan
Invader G. Dentists
Bunghole F. Cognitive
Misogynist U. Postbox
Scrotum B. Appertains
Autograph B. Limb
Jovial F. Potpie
Titted H. Bodhidharma

But if that’s left you feeling dirty, may I recommend Sonic Youth’s “Sugar Kane” video. It’s from 1993, so it should feel uncomfortably, awfully, painfully out of date. However, it has Marc Jacobs, pre-fame Chloe Sevigny, New York City, and it mocks grunge fashion, which is four shades of awesome, so therefore the video is just as awesome.

Flowers and towers

Down at the Mt Eden shops today, there were a number of people collecting for Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I was horrified to find a man bedecked in a big pink sash approach me and say, “Would you like to support breast cancer?!” Er, no.

Yesterday at work I was workin’ on a TV programme that included a small child (there were doubts as to his/her sex, but that’s another matter altogether) talking about his family and favourite things. Some of my workmates commented on how adorable this li’l kid and his cute siblings were, but I harboured a dirty secret – I was actually really excited by the house his family lived in. It was all concrete blocks, steel and primary-coloured doors, a kind of cheerful neo-brutualism. This is probably a sign that my genes ain’t goin’ nowhere.

May I pimp the Flickr Sky Tower group? I started it after realising that a) all the great towers of the world already had Flickr groups, and b) the Sky Tower has a habit of popping up in many outdoor photos around Auckland. It’s lots of fun.