We’ve all been there: You see a pretty girl at a sidewalk café, but before you can muster up the nerve to give her your digits, she abruptly takes off, which then leads you to totally ignore some friends of yours, nearly get run over by a blue haired grandmother while jaywalking, and finally commandeer a tasty Mustang so you can chase the girl down. Wait, that’s never happened to you? Then your name must not be Chris Daughtry.
Daughtry’s new music video for “Outta My Head”, the third single off the Breaking The Spell LP, is a real hoot. Directed with verve by Shane C. Drake, the video’s got something for everyone: a hot babe, a renegade hero (Daughtry, duh!), a car chase through the freeways and sidestreets of Los Angeles, a healthy dose of intrigue, a reminder that chivalry is not dead, and even a surprise plot twist! It’s one part “Bittersweet Symphony”, one part Drive, and all parts awesome.
If you liked this video but wish you could watch it in high-definition on your flatscreen while sitting on your couch, you’re in luck: Tune into this weekend’s Top 20 Video Countdown to catch the television premiere of Daughtry’s “Outta My Head” video.
Norah Jones describes her video for “Happy Pills”, the first single off her forthcoming …Little Broken Pieces LP, as “a murder-not-so-much-of-a-mystery.” By our count, it’s the second music video to premiere in the last month that deals with females exacting revenge on men who did them dirty. However, unlike Brandy and Monica‘s “It All Belongs To Me” video (where the only victims are a man’s pride and a rather expensive Porsche), Norah takes it a step further and straight up MURDERS her cheatin’ hubby. Guess she really meant the “Until death do us ‘part” portion of her vows, eh?
Let’s talk about this chain of events for a moment! If we understand the video correctly, Norah suspects that her husband is making time behind her back with a ginger seductress, so she hires a private detective to investigate the matter. Said P.I. —who, quite frankly, is no Magnum— brings Norah back a picture of a redhead who accompanied Mr. Jones (let’s just call him that) on a picnic. Not a picture of them kissing (or even a pirated RedTube video of them doing the nasty!), mind you, just a picture of the girl’s face! Norah, it’s fair to say, WILDLY overreacts: She chloroforms Mr. Jones after a front-seat makeout sesh, then pushes his car and his unconscious body into a lake, where he presumably drowns. THEN she lies to the cops, calls her ginger rival on the phone to rub it in, and then invites her male accomplice over for dinner and some Michelle Pfieffer in The Fabulous Baker Boys action on top of her piano. Call us crazy if you must, but we’re pretty glad that the Ghost of Mr. Jones is haunting his ex for all eternity! Let’s hope he doesn’t heed her pleas of “Please just let me go now.”
Adele‘s 21 is an undeniable artistic and commercial success, scoring six Grammy wins and moving over eight million copies, but as we pointed out last week, it measures up short when compared to the pop culture impact that Norah Jones made when she landed on the scene in 2002. Norah’s debut album, Come Away With Me, won eight Grammys and sold 10.8 million copies, making it the most popular album of the last 10 years.
Over the course of the last 10 years, Norah has released three other studio albums, each of which has performed very well in its own right. On May 1, she’ll drop her fifth studio album, …Little Broken Hearts, the debut single from which is a rollicking little number called “Happy Pills.” Norah wrote and recorded both this song and album with superproducer Danger Mouse, which might explain why the groovy, propulsive bass line that runs throughout the course of the song is so catchy. The video for “Happy Pills”, which was shot in upstate New York and directed by Isaiah Seret, will premiere at midnight tonight, but to whet your appetite, we’ve got this exclusive behind-the-scenes video to share with you guys.
So, what’s the video about? “It’s like a murder-not-so-much-of-a-mystery,” Norah explains. “It’s more like a murder-thriller. A thrilla!” Watch the video above to get some more clues, and be sure to come back to VH1 Tuner tonight at midnight to see the whole shebang!
There’s a certain feeling of ominousness that runs through the California indie rockers Young The Giant‘s new video for “Apartment.” The video opens with a shot of lead singer Sameer Gadhia lying prone on the ground, leading the viewer to wonder whether he’s asleep or unconscious, as an unseen person whispers “One, two.” As the tune kicks in, we’re transported to a bedroom that feels very reminiscent of the room where Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg spend their morning in the “Nothin’ But A G Thang” video, but on this day, there won’t be any barbeques or girls getting doused with malt liquor. Instead, Young The Giant and some nubile friends decide to take an old RV and an old VW Microbus to the beach to celebrate one of the band members’ birthdays.
Through footage shot by camera phones and an old Super 8, we ride along with this crew of fun-loving twentysomethings as they spend a day having fun, fun, fun in the warm California sun. All of the ingredients of a legendary day are present, as beers are popped and pants get dropped (thanks to an impromptu skinny dipping sesh). However, you can’t help but feel like things are going to take a left turn into the Danger Zone, thanks in part to the regret-laden lyrics and repeated cuts to the aforementioned lead singer that’s still lying on the ground, totally alone, in what looks to be the middle of the desert. What fate will become of these attractive revelers? You’ll have to watch the video, directed skillfully by Marcus Haney, to find out.
Madonna‘s MDNA is set to take the top spot on Billboard next week by selling an estimated 300,000 to 350,000 copies. This will be her fifth consecutive album to debut at No. 1 and her eighth overall. According to Billboard, MDNA‘s sales have been bolstered by a promotion tied to her world tour — fans who buy concert tickets in the U.S. may also buy the album as part of their purchase. But we wonder whether controversies tied to MDNA — albeit, relatively small on the Madonna Controversy Scale — have helped with the sales spike.
If anything is in Madonna’s “DNA” (the stated inspiration for her album title), it’s stoking controversy and using the press as a marketing machine. This time around, the pop provocateur had her “Girls Gone Wild” video, featuring shirtless men grinding in mantyhose, age restricted by YouTube for nudity and implied masturbation.
Katy Perry’s video for “Part Of Me” is a stark departure from the candy-coated fluff of “California Gurls” and the Eighties-tastic silliness of “Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.).” There are no scenes of whipped cream or fireworks or ANYTHING shooting out of her boobs; instead, a break-up leads our heroine to enroll for active duty as a Marine, and she spends the rest of the video training for battle. The last shot of the video is a semi-harrowing one, as Katy peers directly into the camera with what seems to be a thousand-yard stare, generally associated with people suffering from post-traumatic stress disorders.
Now, Katy is taking some guff from people who feel like her video was done in poor taste. Feminist author/theorist Naomi Wolf (pictured above, lower right) took Perry to task on her Facebook page for creating what she feels like is little more than a 4-minute recruitment video. “Have you all seen the Katy Perry Marines video?” Wolf wrote. “It is a total piece of propaganda for the Marines … I really want to find out if she was paid by them for making it … I would suggest a boycott of this singer whom I really liked — if you are as offended at this glorification of violence as I am.”
F****d Up lead singer Damian Abraham (pictured above, lower left) then decided to pile on using Twitter, writing that “Seeing Katy Perry as a soldier in ‘Part Of Me’ really makes me think that we need to start a war so she can go die,” which he followed up with “Yes I’m aware my last tweet was kinda dumb but so is glamorizing war to sell records to idiots. Katy Perry Still Sucks.”
The-Dream‘s highly anticipated Love IV LP was originally scheduled to come out last fall, but thanks to some beef with his label Def Jam, the record’s release has been significantly delayed. The Radio Killa’s passionate (and exceedingly patient) fanbase was temporarily satiated when The-Dream released his 1977 mixtape last fall using his birthname, Terius Nash. And now, there’s seemingly more evidence to suggest that Love IV is on the way, as an official video for “Kill The Lights,” presumably the first single off the album, has just dropped.
In it, The-Dream teams up with his new(ish) protégé Casha (not to be confused with Ke$ha) for a video treatment that takes the song’s title quite literally. For the video’s four-minute-and-seven-second run time, we see dozens of light bulbs explode, filaments flying around the screen like shrapnel. However, when paired with The-Dream’s falsetto and luxurious synths, it certainly succeeds in its mission — By the end of the video, even the most Green-conscious eco-warriors won’t find that their panties are in a bunch; rather, they’ll be dropping to the floor.
Somehow, we had missed the January release of First Aid Kit‘s new album, The Lion’s Roar. The Swedish folk duo made up of sisters Johanna and Klara Soderberg (age 21 and 18, respectively) have scored great reviews for their sophomore LP, including a 7.6 from the notoriously persnickety folks at Pitchfork. That album’s lead single, “Emmylou”, is a bittersweet, slide-guitar driven slice of Americana, one that envelops you upon your first listen and feels instantly familiar. The song’s refrain of “I’ll be your Emmylou/And I’ll be your June/And you’ll be my Gram/And my Johnny, too” evokes a particularly warm sense of romance and nostalgia with its references to timeless American musical couples, and also features the most exquisite harmonizing that we’ve heard in some time. And the video, which was shot during magic hour conditions in California’s famed Joshua Tree national park and is steeped with Native American mysticism, is quite perfect, too. Try this song on for size and let us know if it doesn’t make you feel like you just curled up on the couch underneath your favorite warm blanket.
If it’s grand romance you want, then here it is, courtesy of The Lumineers. Surrounded by flashing fairy lights and bursting in and out of shadow, The Lumineers give what can only be described as a completely joy filled performance in their new video for “Ho Hey.” Bringing life to a dank setting in what appears to be a run down, abandoned house, flowers bloom against the stodgy background, and magically a crowd forms to join the band in chorus. Stomping, strumming, dancing and chanting, The Lumineers, with their supporters in tow, create an explosive moment where amidst the flashing lights, confetti begins to rain down on the celebration. The proclamation of love in the song isn’t melancholy at all, and it’s given the romantic inside us a cause to toe tap and stare whimsically out the window as we’re buoyed by the jubilance of The Lumineers’ “Ho Hey.”
Log off your Facebook, it’s time to watch the brand new video from Brandy and Monica, “It All Belongs To Me”! We’re super psyched to debut the first video from this pair of superstar ladies since 1998′s “The Boy Is Mine.”
Lensed by A-List hip hop video director Chris Robinson, the clip shows the one-time rivals teaming up together to exact revenge on a couple of guys that did them dirty. Thematically, the song recalls Beyoncé’s “Irreplaceable”, but “It Belongs To Me” ups the ante significantly; instead of encouraging their exes to put their ish in a box “to the left, to the left”, Brandy and Monica instead instruct their men to leave all of the things they were gifted —their cars, their clothes, those rings, and, most importantly, THAT MACBOOK!— exactly right where it is. And the video takes it even one step further when the girls load up a vintage Porsche that Monica had bought her man with …wait for it… explosives (and then, of course, blow that piece sky high). Hell hath no fury, indeed!