Just when I thought the pop music world could not unleash anything more annoying than Britney Spears’ overrated nasal whine, or Beyonce’s dull, robotic monotone, or Justin Bieber’s absurd backward-hurricane-tunnel hairdo…along came a grating, sophomoric thorn-in-my-side by the name of Kesha with idiotic lyrics, a fascination with beards, a doped-up squirrel chatter voice, and an inability to speak or sing without flighty giggles and the word “like” peppered mindlessly between every few words.
I flipped on the radio a week or so ago, and the DJ’s were interviewing a hopelessly idiotic woman who sounded fall-down drunk at 7 in the morning. I wasn’t terribly surprised when they announced they were speaking with Kesha. Really? I couldn’t have guessed…or turned the radio off fast enough.
Excuse me while I crank up some old-school Metallica. Even their worst album isn’t half as abusive to my ears as the latest drivel from pop radio.