Showing posts with label start a fire. Show all posts
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Monday, February 6, 2012

Keeping Up With The Charlies: "Tickin' Like A Bomb" in filming


As you all know The Charlies are quite a favorite around this blog. Here's some stuff that they're up to, for those of you who love them as much as I.

Their new single "Tickin' Like A Bomb" is getting the video treatment this week! Listen to the song below.


We don't have much in sneak-peek material yet (ahem, girls you can e-mail me a sneak-peek anytime at popisabloodsport@gmail.com or hit me up on twitter!) except for this:


I can't get over the fact that the index finger is actually a bomb. Like her finger is literally tickin' like a bomb...'cuz it is a bomb!

The girls have not revealed what the video will be about, but I'm totally gonna take a wild shot on: lots of explosives, some fire, a man, a broken super 8 camera, and a half-eaten banana. But that's just me. Also: girls this video is not filmed yet, is it too late to through the half-eaten banana in there? Yes? No?

What do you think about The Charlies? Is their song "Tickin' Like a Bomb" going to be playing on your iPod? Comments greatly appreciated! Also: what random objects do you predict will appear in The Charlies' new video?


Saturday, January 14, 2012

Pop Is A Bloodsport Introduces: The Charlies



Meet The Charlies.
They're formed from the remains of formerly-famous Icelandic pop group Nylon.
And they're about to change your life forever.
Nevermind the history, here's the facts: The Charlies have released the best pop EP to ever be released (yes it's even better than Sky Ferreira's As If! EP).
The track that first turned me on to these girls was "Let That Body Breathe." (below)



This song is anything but coy. "I'm just a girl with the nerve and I do what I want. Make a boy wanna beg on his knees for my love" one of the girls sings (I honestly have no idea which) in the song's first verse over some nice pop production. then things get serious in the pre-chorus where the production grows into a tense "hit me up boy, hit me up boy boy boy!" part. Then there's the oh-so-delicious chorus "So baby baby please just oh yeah yeah yeah let that body breathe!" they sing in the chorus over some sick synthesizers that would make any pop producer jealous. As if this wasn't enough to give Max Martin a run for his money, there's a dubstep breakdown. And it's magnificent.
Ok, so these girls are good, but how good? That's when you listen to "Tickin' Like A Bomb."