So I am informed that Canadian Idol pop tart Carly Rae Jepsen's "Call Me Maybe" was very popular recently.
I wouldn't know myself, because I was too busy catching up on season five of Stargate Atlantis on DVD to pay much attention to the radio or YouTube for the last couple of months.
That said, if world's most irksome rock critic Jon "Everything's Great, Even the Obvious Shit" Caramanica is any judge of horseflesh, and I'm sure he is, than apparently Jepsen was this year's Gnarls Barkley.
Okay, let me stipulate up front that the single is a perfectly serviceable disposable pop song. It's undeniably catchy and, praise jeebus, it has no aspirations to being anything other than what it is. What's more, it does what it sets out to do -- i.e, insert an ear worm into your head -- with great skill. This is no small accomplishment, as anybody who's ever loved a Monkees hit can attest.
That said, if this isn't also the most generic goddamn thing I've ever heard, than I'm U Thant.
Seriously -- is there anything about this record that is in any way distinguishable from about a squillion other pop records you've vaguely been aware of over the last couple of years?
Some identifiable personality quirks? An usual vocal quality? Body odor? Anything? (Although I will admit that the steals from the arrangement of Annie Lennox's "Walking on Broken Glass" in the chorus are kinda of fun).
Bottom Line: I'm sorry, but if this was indeed the Song of the Summer for 2012, then things sucked even worse than the crappy weather we endured would indicate.