Kala-fornication
Evidently, the vocoder will not have its vengeance until it has reconquered all of pop music.
The saga continued earlier yesterday when M.I.A. dropped her much anticipated follow up to 2005's much anticipated and critically acclaimed Arular. So in case you missed Monday's listening party or you simply don't care, the album is called Kala and it's been quite the hot topic in the blogosphere, inciting outernational dance floor ecstasy while unnerving folks who fret over its culture-as-commodity aesthetic.
Seattlest will spare you a complete review of Ms. Arulpragasam new endeavor. We figure the transnational, cut-paste-mash-mix-stream eclecticism has caused such a Web 2.0 buzzfest that hip to be square Seattleites are probably saturated with Kala koverage. After all, M.I.A. released her Kala’s first single on, among other formats, custom USB memory sticks and, if hadn't already downloaded the album weeks ago, continuously streamed her album on her MySpace account the week before its release. Welcome to the twenty-first century everybody! Plus, everybody and their mother seems to have already blogged about this album, either praising M.I.A.'s persistently edgy ingenuity or dismissing her ambiguously political approach to music.
That said, the blogger purist in Seattlest can’t help but, at the very least, list a few things to pique your interest (because Kala is a jam… not the jam, but a jam):
1) Grimy sample of The Pixies’ "Where Is My Mind?"
2) Aboriginal hip-hop kid’s group
3) Evidence that Timbaland still can’t rap
4) Afrikan Boy shit talking "first-world" problems
Because in a complicated world of non-fat lattes, temperate climates, bicycle sportswear and condo locations, we could all use a bit of shit-talking from an African national MC.
Seattlest just hopes no one steals her visa before she gets a chance to perform in Seattle, a date which remains to be seen.
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