So, um, Uffie’s back. Four years later her album, Sex Dreams and Denim Jeans, has a release date and in an interesting twist of events, her new song “ADD SUV” features Pharrell Williams, in what seems like a mainstream reward, or at least consolation prize, for partially pioneering the style that made Lady Gaga and Ke$ha millions. Now, Uffie sounds like the rip-off and M.I.A. sounds a little bit like a hater, but it might yet land one or both of them on Saturday Night Live.
It worked for Ke$ha, did you hear? Or it “worked,” depending on who you listen to. See, her weekend versions of “Tik Tok” (above) and third single “Your Love is My Drug” are taking a lot of heat on the snippier corners of the internet. People seem embarrassed to admit that the performances are sort of endearing.
It’s true: the costumes were absurd in a couldn’t-quite-pull-it-off way; the moment for “Tik Tok” has passed, a capella intro or not; her voice was flat; her moves were stiff. She played nervously with lasers and interjected with a head-scratching query: “Does anyone ever stop to think maybe we are the aliens?” Maybe she even bit Sia on the second go-around. But the live renditions came with the sort of bated breath, edge of embarrassment awkwardness that comes with watching a loved one’s dance recital. Ke$ha’s not a robot; she’s fallible. Damaged, even. Not an extraterrestrial — just trying to make it.
“Your Love is My Drug” might still hit, despite the “Blah Blah Blah” flop. (The world still isn’t ready for a Bloodhound Gang renaissance.) It’s a warm weather radio jam and it sounds great loud as hell. But as it came to a close Saturday night, Ke$ha sounded broken when addressing the crowd. “It’s Saturday night,” she almost exclaimed, to tepid applause. “Who wants to make-out?” Crickets, practically.
Really now, is no one rooting for her?