GaGaRaRaRa

I will be forced to eternally mourn the premature cancelling of the Kanye West/Lady GaGa "Fame Kills" tour (after Kanye was eaten alive by his dire, burning need to speak the truth and nothing but, so help him God, even at the expense of his public perception), but I will also be eternally appreciative of the titular poetic justice. It just sucks, frankly, that with every passing day I fall further and further in love with the crepuscular pop-art of Stefanie Lady Miss GaGa, nee Lady Gaga. To wit: I am, at this very moment, obsessed with "Bad Romance"-the song she got all crazypants(less) with at the VMAs, from the forthcoming reissue of her album as a giant fucking monster boxed set called, fittingly, The Fame Monster (no, really, this thing is so big that if it was a pizza Frank Black wouldn't eat it).

I mean, honestly-pop songwriting does not come closer to perfection than this. Over a sick, twisted dark Frenchypopconfection (and that "sounds like bear sounds" opening/outro vamp), GaGa gets fierce and furious with the incredible chorus "I want your love and I want your revenge/you and me could write a bad romance". It's a postapocalyptic "shove your hang-ups and fuck me" jammy jam, and it floors me to the point of forgiving GaGa ignoring her education for lyrical flow-it should be you and I, Stefanie, you and I could write a bad romance...and yes, yes we could. Call me.

and the insane video accompaniment