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Sexy music videos, a breakdown



  

By: Milkman

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I really do not understand the trend for making music videos that show people getting off, on themselves, on each other, kissing, getting all hot and steamy with sex-tousled hair and perfectly made-up faces - why would I want to watch that? how is that going to make me like the song better? A lot of the time the songs aren't even about the 'romantic situation' being presented.

Sex sells.

Yes, I guess it does but I would rather not see my Rockstar Crush fumbling around with various Hot Chicks in each video, would rather not watch a close-up shot of their tongues intertwining in slow motion or see their eyes give lingering looks of longing that are supposed to make the chemistry between the two visible. Ew. And even if it turned me on a little bit, I have better things to do with my time than watch the video again for that teensy bit of naughty pleasure. I do.

I am on a quest to find 'hot' music videos that don't just irritate the hell out of me.

You have the 80s rock thing where some guy with big hair, ripped stonewash Levis and cowboys boots (and maybe a tank top) is having relationship issues. Man.
See: Bon Jovi - Always, Billy Idol - Cradle of Love (I do really like this video)
See also: updated version where hot famous woman and hot famous man make a mini-movie out of a mediocre song (don't think about the budget); the girl is a cheating whore in a corset who fucks the guys best friend and ends up dead. What goes around comes around baby. Fear the wrath of Justin Timberlake.

Then there's the whole Bad Man Pimp music video thing where guys sit around in fur coats with perfectly lacquered hair and long nails (oh Snoop Dogg, why?!) and girls in bikinis shake their plentiful tits'n'ass combos on and around them. Am I supposed to see these things and want that life? because it looks pretty grim.
See: N.E.R.D. - Lapdance (supposedly the song is making a statement, playing with double meanings yeah...I reckon just an excuse to see some boobies and rub some bottoms whilst still seeming like an eligible bachelor, Mr Pharrell Williams) TLC - Red Light Special (okay, so she's the pimp and they wear trousers and sing about fucking a woman whilst she's on the rag, oooh yeah)

And then there's the ones where you have the super sexy singer lady gyrating and stroking herself as she lyp-synchs her crap song for your viewing pleasure. Or distraction, from said bad song. See: Shakira - She Wolf (hmm, I can't help but like this one, how wrong) Also the one's where the super sexy singer man (a.k.a. D'Angelo apparently) makes a Serious Sex Face into the camera whilst naked and looks down at where his dingaling would be, then back at the camera and proceeds to put his hands behind his head, pump his fists in the air and sing 'Yeeeeaaaah' in an orgasmic singer way. Yeah. And then there are those great ones where you've got some guys and some girls in a club - you know, hair flying in slow motion as the laydeez in cut-off denim shorts and gold heels, smile and dance with their girl friends until, cute guy with sun-kissed slightly wavy hair, crinkly smile and teeth a brilliant white catches her eye and they move toward each other on the dancefloor...You don't even want to see those. Or the ones where hot songstress crush-of-many gets it on with other hot songstress a la Britney and Madonna in their zone.

From the tit-rubbing and serious moves of panty-exposing Ms Aguilera in Dirrrty and the school girl kisses in the snow and rain of tAtU and Madonna's sex hotel in the Justify My Love video, where beautiful girls draw on moustaches with eyeliner way back when (okay, that's a good video) we've come to Lady Gaga's bloody weird video for Telephone. Why is she sharing some sort of super-bad-for-you-American-cake-thing-with-cream-in-the-middle with Beyonce? That's not sexy. Why is she writhing on a bed wrapped in a minimal amount of police tape but otherwise naked? Again, not sexy. And by the time some leather-clad dyke stud in shades gets her horny hands on Gaga's crotch I AM IMMUNE TO SEXY THINGS. I am, I really don't care anymore. Damn.

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