talk amongst us girls
word on the street: amy winehouse is going to be the next bond girl. and i’ll take her. saw her at sxsw, and her rat’s nest of a bouffant was the star of the show. wicked-sexy voice. eyeliner of an egyptian goddess. lame-ass songs.
but onto business.
kids in millvale, denver, slc, barcelona and vancouver – not to mention bonnaroo attendees – are peeing their pants. and for good reason. girl talk takes no fucking prisoners. he’ll bend you over. he’ll reverse shit. he’ll own your ass. he’ll call you "baby." and he’ll rock some biggie vox over an elton beat.
you? you just have to lose your shit.
thought mash-ups were done? think again. girl talk was my no. 3 fave at coachella – behind jesus and mary chain and arcade fire – and he had an entire tent acting like juvenile delinquents. um, fuck yeah.
for those of us in denver: may 25, bluebird theatre.