Ke$ha - Blow

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Ke$ha might not be too bright, but her handlers, trainers, and writers probably are.

Ke$ha
Blow
Club Anthem
#66 (LoMid)
Feb 10, 2011
Kesha Sebert
Klas Åhlund
Lukasz Gottwald
Allan Grigg
Benjamin Levin
Max Martin
Dr. Luke
Max Martin
Benny Blanco
Kool Kojak

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Actually, I'm a little familiar with Ke$ha: she's the blonde pop star that looks like she came from the factory that manufactures porn stars. I saw her playing a ridiculous laser-synth on Saturday Night Live, trying her best to look like she was having fun (you'd think PornBot Industries would have better “pretending to enjoy what you're doing” software by now)-- to me, Ke$ha usually seems like she's trying to remember complex instructions beyond her understanding, but she's always struggling to look like she's not frightened and confused.

Back door cracked
We don't need a key
We get in for free
No VIP sleaze
Drink that Kool-Aid
Follow my lead
Now you're one of us
You're coming with me

Which is fine, I suppose, because this isn't a half bad club track. Ke$ha's only got a few lines in the verses (which are moronic, sure, but from what I can tell, that's sort of her trademark), but the whole thing hinges on the chorus, which is nothing more than the word “Blow” with a robotic “This place about to” pasted on top of it. The song basically makes a synth lead out of her voice: autotuned to inhumanity, harmonized into a rave chord, and sliced up with a trance gate to give it some rhythm. It stops being Ke$ha and is a mostly inoffensive dance song.

I know, I know... I'm just trying to
drive home my "Interchangeable
Porn Bot" theory.

Until she gets her “rap” verse. I do really hate the valley girl “nya!” sound that skinny pop stars use to hint at their wild bad-assery. If the lyric is “make it rain,” why does it have to be said “make it rayn?” She didn't sound like that for any of the song up til now, and all of the sudden she just manifested a Paris Hilton whine. This song is at its best when it leaves Ke$ha's “personality” out of it.

This is the second song in a row that begins with a fake laugh, too, and while Chris Brown sounds like he's being a dick, Ke$ha sounds more like an actress in over her head-- she just can't convey mirth. I can't quite figure out why they left it in... that laugh goes a long way to support my theory that she's a mannequin they put up on stage while dance music plays.

Honestly, if the pop star doesn't need to write any of the words or music and the voice can be manipulated by a computer so that singing skills are a non-issue, why wouldn't a record company order a new robot from the porn actress factory and use it for videos and album covers? Make sure it's young and pretty, get a new one every few years, and use it to sell their product.

It doesn't make for great music, but it's been a successful business strategy for years.

Walk

Stay with the song, walk away, or run like hell: