
There's been some kind of (mass)debate going on about Justin Timberlake at the moment. I really didn't want to get involved, I mean what's there to say frankly, and actually thought you(s) could do without my opinion on the subject. In spite of this (sighs) I made the mistake of sticking my oar in and putting up a micro-post which I then casually deleted (undergoing a minor crisis-de-blog at the moment).
I've read this and this and this and this and this and you'd think that was enough written on a subject. None of it, however, chimes with my own "feeeelings".
As for Sacha Frere Jones, well I can't help but think that he's tieing himself in knots, trying to understand how his beloved Neptunes got involved with this lame twat. The equation goes like this, the Neptunes are (were) great and they want to work with JT so there must be some kind of value to his work. I mean why settle on Timberlake to back up his "all rock critics* are lame-outs" spiel? Why not Ricky Martin? And that, my friends, as I'm sure some alec smarter than me has pointed out, negates his whole attack. Timberlake is endowed with the trapping of cultural acceptability anyway, argument null and void. Dare to differ, stick up for some real dross!**
To explore this Timberlake thing a tiny bit more (cos the last thing we need is clever talk about fairly clever pop music, hey presto we're back in the Madonna-ology institute). I dislike Timberlake because he's such a wetto. He's not got the courage of his convictions to do something even vaguely transgressive with his sexuality, though he's clearly trying SOMETHING. He's this (obviously mature bloke***) pimping his good looks playing a pwetty boy. I think I like Darius more, he's a real man! I hate Timberlake's fake ass Michael Jackson rip-off. The music is deadeningly limp (it's POP get a proper tune!) Watch him on MTV and he has such a dearth of charisma it's like his videos "lack". Well you might think that's interesting (mmwah mmwah destabilising the conventional product) but actually I think the truth is simpler, he's one fifth**** a pop-star.
He's pants.
Posted by Woebot at September 1, 2003 09:57 AM