Dizzee Rascal - Dirtee Disco
Man I love Dizzee Rascal. I mean I REALLY love Dizzee Rascal. The dude's a dude, dude! You'd have to be the killjoy of all time - or, yes, someone with a legitimate grudge - to feel any differently, surely? He's a talented, articulate pop star with something to say and the means to deliver it, so that's all great for starters. But he's also incredibly good at winding up hipsters. And as we all know, winding up hipsters is, if not our sole reason to be allowed to draw air into our lungs, probably the most important thing we will ever do.
NOTE: This does not apply to anyone who works in the fields of medicine, education, governance, diplomatic relations, finance, care, the law, public transport, journalism, [something important I've forgotten]...or the emergency services, armed forces, service industries and the cafe at the Natural History Museum in London.
*dusts off hands*
(Here's the video, together with Dizzee's commentary, which says more about it than I ever could.)
I mean, fancy a proper street-level UK hip hop artist with tons of credibility and a Mercury Award (the hallmark of quality in strokychin music appreciation, donchaknow) reducing his once-mighty muse to the level of silly pop songs? How vulgar! Fancy a street-level UK hip hop artist dallying with DISCO, of all things. How common!
Fancy a street-level UK hip hop artist selling out by writing songs about enjoying yourself, on a dancefloor, without even bothering to work in an explicit theme about The Ladies and what he's going to do to them, given half a chance...and there's no Calvin Harris to add irony points, just some fella from One True Voice and The X Factor. I KNOW! THE X FACTOR!! What the HELL? I just hope he can sleep at night, THAT'S ALL.
Meanwhile, everyone else is too busy cranking this bad boy up and doing that dance where you look like you're holding an invisible Slinky and making it jump from palm to upturned palm with a series of cheesy-cool shrugging movements. Hipsters HATE that.
There's a brilliant taste-through-the-looking-glass bit, where Dizzee shouts "DISCO DISCO DISCO DISCO" in direct imitation of 2 Unlimited's unabashedly rubbish/brilliant 'No Limits'. If you've not heard it, it's another maddeningly addictive dance anthem, in which a rapper called Ray (not street-level, not UK either) yelled "TECHNO TECHNO TECHNO TECHNO", much to the sardonic witheration of, yes, more hipsters.
You have to admit, it's definitely up there with Lady GaGa pinching ideas off Boney M. And look what happened to her!
Digital Spy says: "It's more likely to remind you of your local Flares nightclub than the hedonistic heyday of Studio 54."
First Up says: "I simply HATE disco. Yes, call me a hater cause I am."
The Urbane Guerilla Diaries says: "Mr Rascal has managed to appeal to retro loving disco freaks, clubbers, grimers and mum and dad in one fell swoop."