Unloved on Myspace, vol. 11: Overblown high school videos!
By the way, I intend to keep collecting these. So if you care to direct me to more ... come on. Be my enabler!
Let's start in the relative mainstream, shall we? Let's get down to ::cough:: misery business.
I've made no secret about loving this song, right? And I still hold that there's a lot to love about it ... but let's face it, the video helps. It helps a lot. Sure, I thought the overblown movie high school was a little silly, but the lead singer ... well, she's actually still high school age, but I didn't know that at the time. No, what mattered to me was that she was dressed like one of the Misfits from Jem.
Yes, that's blatant manipulation of anyone from my generation. And I like it.
Anyway, I guess it's a pretty standard revenge-of-the-punk-girl story. Wiping off the mean girl's makeup at the end is a little too 'Iranian morality police' for me, but ... well, there was that kid with the broken arm who suffered more.
You gotta be careful, though, stealing guys from the popular girls. Especially in Soviet Russia: there, popular girls torment you. Up the stairs, onto the school roof ... oh, and since you're a goth instead of a pop-punk? C'mon, you know what'll happen. After all, these are ... cruel times!
But wait! The outlook isn't totally dark for the loners in black. All you have to do is choose the right band to worship; if you're lucky (read: Finnish), they'll come to your school gymnasium for you - in costume! - and bring their hard rock hallelujah.
(Apparently Lordi hates embedding. Sorry. Link!)
Sure, the punk girl got the guy in the end - but did she get a personal army of zombie cheerleaders?
Let's start in the relative mainstream, shall we? Let's get down to ::cough:: misery business.
I've made no secret about loving this song, right? And I still hold that there's a lot to love about it ... but let's face it, the video helps. It helps a lot. Sure, I thought the overblown movie high school was a little silly, but the lead singer ... well, she's actually still high school age, but I didn't know that at the time. No, what mattered to me was that she was dressed like one of the Misfits from Jem.
Yes, that's blatant manipulation of anyone from my generation. And I like it.
Anyway, I guess it's a pretty standard revenge-of-the-punk-girl story. Wiping off the mean girl's makeup at the end is a little too 'Iranian morality police' for me, but ... well, there was that kid with the broken arm who suffered more.
You gotta be careful, though, stealing guys from the popular girls. Especially in Soviet Russia: there, popular girls torment you. Up the stairs, onto the school roof ... oh, and since you're a goth instead of a pop-punk? C'mon, you know what'll happen. After all, these are ... cruel times!
But wait! The outlook isn't totally dark for the loners in black. All you have to do is choose the right band to worship; if you're lucky (read: Finnish), they'll come to your school gymnasium for you - in costume! - and bring their hard rock hallelujah.
(Apparently Lordi hates embedding. Sorry. Link!)
Sure, the punk girl got the guy in the end - but did she get a personal army of zombie cheerleaders?