I get the feeling that if I call Ke$ha a "bimbo" she's somehow won, since it's not like she isn't absolutely, emphatically, gratingly self-conscious about her commitment to the most hackneyed and reductive ideas of wildness and partying and fun (and note that I'm a guy who loves Asher Roth's "College," so it's not like I can't get behind hackneyed ideas of wildness and partying and fun, but artistry is also a useful ingredient; enhances the fun, even). In any event, our desperately vapid young woman is in the forty with a new single and a well-downloaded album track, but has she risen as high in my esteem? Look under the cut.
Ke$ha ft. 3OH!3 "Blah Blah Blah": Witless, joyless pleasure but not tuneless, unfortunately. After woefully underrating "TiK ToK," I can't in good conscience not tick this. TICK.
Ke$ha "Your Love Is My Drug": Oh, I get it. She's adDICted to his dick! Or maybe that was "Blah Blah Blah." But thank you, this tune is way short of catchy, leaving me free to simply hate her. "I'm all strung out, my heart is fried/I just can't get you off my mind." That's not even attempting freshness or creativity. I mean, what exactly does "fried" add here, other than it sort of rhymes with "mind"? Bimbo. NO TICK.
The Black Eyed Peas "Imma Be": The concept here is that the word "be" sounds like "bee." This is hardly the most profound observation in the world, but it's something you can take somewhere, to buzzes and hums, to treble and bass. Not the inspired what-the-fuckery of "Boom Boom Pow," but it's got basic delight in sound. TICK.