64
SCORE: 3.414
HIGHEST SCORE: 8 x 3 (
@theelusivechanteuse,
@Sprockrooster,
@Lost Boy)
LOWEST SCORE: 0 x 30 (
@Dijah.,
@Music Is Life,
@ufint,
@eccentricsimply,
@citoig,
@UncleDeSeanAli,
@allyshone,
@Blond,
@sexercise,
@ohnostalgia,
@GimmeWork,
@Trouble in Paradise,
@Ana Raquel,
@AlmightyAloud,
@Petty Mayonnaise,
@Verandi,
@djmakemewet,
@Mirwais Ahmadzaï,
@Hurricane Drunk,
@inevitable,
@Bangers&Bops,
@Phonetics Boy,
@Robsolete,
@savilizabeths,
@BEST FICTION,
@BTG,
@Trinu 3.0,
@reputation.,
@Laurence,
@japanbonustrack)
Hello, 'tis I, Laurzipan Vaughn-Mammary, your illustrious co-host/spiritual guide, here to provide all the tact, respect, and good taste that my esteemed collaborator doesn't possess.
But first,
Senorita.
Dear ones, this is the forum that said Charli XCX was one of the top five pop stars of the last
decade, so for a moment I thought that terrifying
and somewhat undeserved lol level of devotion might boost Senorita up a few notches. After all, Charli co-wrote the damn thing, and if there's one things stans love, it's shit that makes their faves money. You cannot
imagine how much Moist Diane I still have to work my way through.
On top of that, this somewhat boring song cannibalized the other 38 somewhat boring songs Camila released in the run-up to her somewhat boring album, and since she's a forum hate figure nowadays, maybe all you urchins could've thrown a couple more points its way as a thank you. I mean, between the album sales and the racist Tumblr, she had literally
one fan left to sing to at the Grammys, and he really had no choice but to be there.
But no, you all rained hellfire down on Cawn in the form of thirty zeroes. Not even
Subwaykid could muster up a high score for it, and he's been known to put on a wig and sing Stitches to himself in the mirror while he cries. But I'm sure he was
horrifically jealous of Cammy and her constant proximity to Shawn's molars, which was why he lowballed it
kii with a 7. Oh, right, did you forget that Camila and Shawn are dating? They are
dating, you guys. They are dating the everloving fuck out of each other. They are the new Justin and Britney, the new Justin and Hailey, the new Justin and Trudeau, and they will prove it to you by tongue-blasting each other's baloney holes at every California Pizza Kitchen and rooftop infinity pool and Delta Comfort Plus cabin they can get their hands on. I almost put one of those Lynchian performances as the cover art, and then I thought to myself, no. Let's celebrate
talent. Let's celebrate
success.
To be fair, this song
was successful. It's platinum, and it went #1 - Shawn's first and Camila's second. It's just...kinda meh. They tried to make it
not meh with a string of sexless performances that only emphasized the (rather bizarre) fact that Camila and Shawn have absolutely
no fucking chemistry. They romped around every stage that would have them in Q4, draped in gauzy
Streetcar Named Desire cosplay and covered in baby oil, and they never got
any better. Shawn always had that guitar at the ready like it was a goddamn deflector shield.
Then again...hard to blame him.