Category: Die Antwoord
Bullying Will Be Over If Kanye West Designs Shoes For Payless
Kanye West shot an appearance on Ellen (it aired today), and they really should’ve temporarily changed the show’s name to KANYE! During her interview time with Kanye, Ellen DeGeneres should’ve just quietly exited stage left and chilled out in her dressing room until he was done (which would’ve been the day after never), because he took control. At one point, Kanye turned away from Ellen and addressed the audience as though he was giving a TED Talk if TED stood for Titanic-sized Egomaniacal Delusions.
Another Reason To Love Die Antwoord
Former Hot Sluts of the Day and my favorite cat food-eating aliens from District 9 have a special place in my heart, because I have a strange kind of love for shit that scares me. (That’s going to be my excuse if you ever catch me fucking an UGG.) The special in my heart for Die Antwoord has expanded, because they told MTV News Canada that they turned down Lady CaCa and refused to open for her (Side note: Does it make you a pee stream if you open for CaCa? Don’t answer that question if you’re one of those weirdos who poo before you pee.):
“Weird shit’s been happening, like fucking Lady Gaga asked us to tour with her and we’re like, ‘No, don’t worry about it.’
Our stuff is like fucking hardcore like solid heavyweight! We want it to be like a secret mind-fuck! People are like what the fuck is this the first time they hear it. We like making pop music, but we like making hardcore music at the same time, mixing them, but they’ve got, like, soul. It’s not like weak, superficial shit. You know?”
I think what he’s trying to say is that they’re naturally fucking weird while Lady GaGa bought her “fucking weird” starter kit at Ricky’s. Never change, Die Antwoord, never change. Specifically, never change the hair on the pixie Gollum girl, because the “toddler got into a fight with a Flowbee and lost” look suits her perfectly.
And this Die Antwoord video is a few months old, but I never posted it, so here you go. This is what it looks like when my nightmares cry.