M.I.A. - 'Boyz'
When first started using his famous code to telegraph messages over long distances, it's a fairly safe bet that he could not have predicted that anyone would use the seemingly random scree of blips and bloops as direct inspiration for a song. And yet morse code pops up in popular music more often than you'd think. 'Dot Dash' by Wire, 'Beat 'Dis' by Bomb The Bass, 'S.O.S' by ABBA (not so much the sound of the morse code as a complex allegory about a leaking loveboat, in distress on the high seas, but still...), and now this from the lady we're going to have to start calling 'The Anti-Rihanna'.
Now, I'm no expert in the art of telegraphy, so I've no idea what message she's trying to get across with her "NANANNANANANANANANNANANA". But she seems very keen that we should all hear what she's saying, cos that rhythm is hammered across everything, from the battered brass and pixie yells to the drunk samba drums.
But even though the exact wording of her morse discourse is obscured, there's no mistaking the, er, thrust of her, ah, point. Y'know...the nub of her gist (*blushes*) has been laid bare (*dies*) for all to hear. She likes the fellas, see. It's a carnal carnival!
She likes the boys who fall over when they dance, she likes the ones who act a bit mad cos they're over-compensating for not having any cash, she likes the ones who drive motorbikes and she likes the ones who can cook chicken on a wall.
Which means that if you got this song and Calvin Harris's 'The Girls' together in a room at the same time, well, you got yourselves a PARTAY!
(And possibly, in about nine months, a whole heap of little electro-dancehall song-nippers running about. Which might not be such a bad thing, judging by the pedigree of the parents...)
Download: Out now
Data-stick released:June 11th
(Fraser McAlpine)
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