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If you’re going to get addicted to something, rather than something horrible like that drug that makes you eat homeless people’s faces, why not get addicted to this Pogo remix instead.
You might have some withdrawal effects but that’s soon remedied by just putting the song on again. And again. And again.
Haters, they’re gonna hate, right? So the only adequate response to such hatred is to fight them with embracing love.
At least that’s what these guys have done, instead of fighting fire with fire, they’ve thanked the trolls for their services to hate.
If you can’t help but yearn for the days when music really meant something and Rebecca Black was a household name, I have good news.
The internet may have just vomited up Ms Black’s spiritual successor. With an autotuned voice and incredible lyrics, his music must be experienced to be believed.
The horror….the horror of it all! How could humanity allow a crazed DJ, armed with a sledgehammer and an assortment of other wrecking tools to be let loose on precious vinyl? It makes no sense.
But wait. before you all form an online movement akin to KONY to stop this wanton vinyl vandalism, it seems that this is in aid of a good cause – Dance Aid. As you were people. Order can now be restored.
A fairly standard party anthem wouldn’t be complete without an emotionally charged and inspirational video.
This track is no exception and it’s video is a mash-up of clips from around the internet that embody the phrase “Now Or Never”.
You were probably just wondering what had happened to Rebecca Black and the soulful, sultry sound of her exquisite voice.
Well, she’s back! Time to set your ears to stun and crank the volume. because she’s gone from web wannabe to polished turd.
Hold tight to ya Bombay Ducks people! The legendary Fish market trader from Queens Market, London E13, gets a McPunjabi Remix, of his classic toon ‘£1 Pound Fish!’. I’ll go McMental to that!
Admittedly during this particular performance he wasn’t selling too much fish, but then again trade was slow and he was playing to the camera – a fine performance sir!
The judges on The Voice act like they’re a big deal, and sure they’re all successful musicians. Well, except Danny, who no one knows who the fuck he is.
But the rest, OK. So what would they do if they had to judge themselves? Would they turn round?
