So, I will gladly accept the plaudits for my last post; to all those living under a rock, Beyonce's 'Sweet Dreams' is sweeping the charts rushing its industrial beats and catchphrase 'Turn the lights out' into homes both sides of the Atlantic.
So, this week's song, Dizzee Rascal's 'Holiday'. Holiday has been gaining a lot of airplay recently with radio 1 playing it almost incessantly so I thought perhaps an online dissection for young Dizzee was in order.
The format of the song is supposedly another summer hit from the team that brought us 'Dance wiv me'- namely the awkward looking Calvin Harris, the over-confident lyricist Chrome and the peter pan of rap (atleast in terms of immaturity) UK's prince of grime, Dizzee Rascal. To be fair 'Holiday' is catchy, and the opening ascending bars will have pop fans as well as dance fans hooked, another trademark sound for Harris, who is undoubtedly the genius behind this. The question is, why cant he get to #1 by himself? 'I'm not alone', Harris' last single was undoubtedly better, yet failed to rush the charts in the way that this offer undoubtedly will.
The answer lies in the tastes of the British public. We like Dizzee, we remember 'Bounce' from the roll deep days as well as 'Fix up' and the evergreen 'I luv u'. There is something honest in Rascal's unabashed immaturity. Whereas Harris is smug- I get all the girls? Well, maybe those T4 on the beach girls, but nobody else...
The mixture of trippy euphoric synths and electro break beats has a good overall effect, with Chrome's easy listening 'generic Black-RnB singer' chorus easy enough on the ears. Rascal's lyrics are abominable in places though. The most memorable has to be 'don't watch my passport photo, I know I look a bit loco, and i know that my spanish is so-so, buts lets try and keep that on the low-low'. Though its cloesly followed by 'I'll never let your belly get empty, even with a bellyful you still look sexy'.
What is probably meant to be Dizzee being sweet ends up conjuring an image of a stick thin model with a huge swollen stomach tottering around her handbag in a night club in Kos as Dizzee dances around her with a bottle of flaming Sambuca feeding her kebabs. Creepy...
So all in all, I like this song; Harris is again the unsung hero of what is, aside from the music, a mediocre British rap song. It will be on phones all over the country as 14 year olds prepare for their family's annual migration to the med. Dizzee has done it again, exerting an ability to get the most from his lyrics. A great follow up to bonkers and another top five hit.
4/5
So, to this week's playlist
Jamie T- Sticks and Stones
Ciara ft Missy Elliot- Work
Bashy- My wish is your command
Birdman feat Jay Sean- Written on her
Jay - Z- D.O.A (death of autotune)
Peace x
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