I thought I’d take a look at what all Desu.Rabbits were up to after doing that other bunny thing, and wouldn’t you know it, they’ve been slowly releasing tidbits of their first one-man. It’s a live digest, but hell, it’s in four parts, that’s enough video to be many idols’ entire performance month:
This is really fun, and perfect for you Sunday start-up — Desu.Rabbits, who continue to wheedle their way into my fickle heartbleed, had themselves a fun little beach party that was just all over Twitter:
Good morning, fellow disciples of the cute and disturbed! It’s Papermaiden, back for a second punctual post before I finally am on top of my things and starting my own column every fortnight or so.
This week, we’re doing something a little different, graciously sponsored by The Ender Partner talent at finding really dubious stuff on the Internet.
So Partner the End drags my overworked ass in front of the TV, asking me for 25 minutes of my time to show me something he refuses to disclose anything about. Here we are, watching a guy (King Lionel) trying to become an Internet celebrity. His whole act is based on parodying either pop songs or remixing children traditional songs to make them sound like club anthems. He managed to land a deal for a show sponsored by the Ontario French Television network on the web and their cable network. In this episode, he was invited by a Japanese management company who just wanted to meet him and he uses this trip to make himself known to the general public.
I’d seen this PV making the rounds since yesterday, and I just now got a chance to take a look. What.
This is Mikazuki Maria, and it’s arguably the greatest troll job, on-point commentary or messed up cultural salvo in a good long while:
I’m not going to type the words for the title of this song onto my website!
Drinkin’ booze, smokin’ cigarettes, singin’ all kawaii … and if the title means what I think it means, calling out a bunch of old perverts (or perhaps establishing herself as one of said old perverts!). All shot as simply as possible, involving only simple props and probably edited in iMovie or something.
I mean it when I say that the first thing that I thought about in hearing the song was OG Ladybaby, or maybe current Ladybaby, I’m not sure. Quite death poppy, though, and I kept expecting to hear a harsh male vocal out of nowhere, possibly just an emphatic.
It’s Easter Sunday for the Christian world, and much of the world that connects to the Christian world, and even for lots of people who aren’t Christian at all but like to have an excuse to have candy, and while we could celebrate the happy re-birthday of Jesus of Nazareth with a little Living Dead I Dolls, I’ll aim instead for the more pagan/secular side of the celebration.
First up! MOAR RABBITS LAB, which has been out for a few days but I was sitting on because, come on, Easter:
I have no idea what the aims of this project are, but the girl can sing, so nbd. Continue reading →
Like, before Internet, before TV, before radio, before telegraph, maybe even before the printing press, the weirdest shit could happen anywhere in the world at any time, and almost nobody would ever know about it. Then the geeks took over and now people of like interests can finally get together and share what they’re into. This inevitably leads to subculture mash-ups, and the neat thing about those is that culture is naturally very sticky — you can just keep glomming stuff onto it, and that’s fine, you just made bigger culture.