Since the dawn of the mashup, people with sound editing software and extensive music collections have been seeking the most diametrically opposed jams to fuse together and pray they work. Let’s put Ke$ha and The Beatles together and subvert the pop music canon! Let’s remix "My Neck, My Back" with "Jolene!" How crazy would that be? (I could actually see this one kind of working.)
People make careers out of this; a few are very good, most are not so good. UK mashup maker pomDeter decided to test the attraction of two opposites by putting together Nine Inch Nails’ "Head Like A Hole" and Carly Rae Jepsen’s "Call Me Maybe," two very good songs on their own. It makes for a strange alternate-universe version of both tracks, like the cast of Glee got a hold of it but someone thwarted their evil plan before they could ruin it, if that makes any sense. It’s one of many in an overcrowded field, and it’s not the greatest thing to ever happen even for all the all-caps hallelujahs surrounding it, but you know what? It works. And hey, if you like Nine Inch Nails but you’re riding in the car with someone who loves Carly Rae Jepsen, now you have a driving soundtrack to satisfy both your musical cravings.
Generally, the rule of thumb with your really great idea for a mashup is “just because you can doesn’t mean you should.” This is especially true with source material choices that were clearly made just to see if it would work (e.g. Ke$ha with The Beatles)—it usually doesn’t (although that Ke$ha/Beatles mashup is actually sort of okay).
So it was only a matter of time before someone got the brilliant idea to put together the two songs that have been battling it out all summer for megahit supremacy together. That person turned out to be SoundCloud user “xaeroseven,” who, indeed, has taken the “Call Me Maybe,” and mixed it with the “Gangnam Style.” Psy’s hit sounds a little out of place slowed down for Carly Rae Jepsen’s backing track, but once the higher-pitched “Hey, sexy lady!” kicks in, the whole thing actually starts to gel a bit. It’s not bad, but it doesn’t have the dance party punch of certain mashup makeovers of either song (perhaps the "Gangnam" background with Carly Rae Jepsen’s vocals would have worked better?). Either way, have a listen, as perhaps the power of listening to both songs at once may finally get them out of your head.
Sweet merciful Jesus, how I’ve waited for this day.
Having just listened to Carly Rae Jepsen’s debut album the whole way through for the first time, I am ecstatic to report that it encompasses the exact type of overly saccharine, paint-by-numbers, hook-within-hook, usually Swedish, synthesizer-based pop music I have been ridiculed for listening to for nigh a decade. Really, I can’t exaggerate how good it feels to come out of—do they have closets in Sweden?
This won’t be like when I declared my affection for Nicki Minaj’s ravey throwbacks on Roman Reloaded only to find out I’d been stranded in the dancefloor wilderness. Because there’s no way Jepsen’s Kiss doesn’t spawn a few hits beside “Call Me Maybe,” which is pretty transcendently formulaic in its own right. Surely “Drive” will get some radio play just because people liked the movie. Even “Good Time” is brilliantly hateable—a lyrical retread of a Black Eyed Peas single, featuring the Owl City guy? Fuck me, that’s genius: I’ll be humming it up until I pull the trigger.
You have to appreciate how much studio engineering went into something quite so undercooked as a song called “Your Heart Is A Muscle.” That’s straight-up cribbing from a sixth-grader’s diary. (If you’re a sixth-grader who had that concept stolen from your diary by Carly Rae Jepsen, email me at email@example.com and we will blow the roof of this thing, I promise.) But again, bravo. We were all so busily outraged about the dumbing-down of the Top 40 that we never stopped to consider it might eat an IQ test instead of flunking it. Thanks, Carly, for lowering rock bottom once more.
Having exhausted all other iterations, Call Me Maybe covers are now branching into regional dialects. These two British lasses who call themselves May Arcade have done a rather clever Call Me Maybe cover in Geordie slang — which, if you have no idea what "Geordie" means, are sort of like the Jersey Shore cast of the UK.
May Arcade come from Newcastle Upon Tyne, ground zero for Geordie slang. And maybe they can understand the lyrics to this thing but for the non-Geordie amongst us, it leaves many questions, like "What the fuck is a gizaringwillyapet?" and "Do they really talk like that?"
I think the answer is "Aye, da’lin!"
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Trekkies. Star Wars fans. Cookie Monster. Barack Obama. Swimmers. Guys in drag. Corgis. Random tweens. Nobody can get enough of Carly Rae Jepsen’s "Call Me Maybe," and we, as a nation of idiiots, can’t get enough of people who can’t get enough of it. And now, of course, Glee is set to add their own overly autotuned version into the mix, as is their way. (Yes, I’m referring to Glee as a group of people. A group of terrible, terrible people.)
As Entertainment Weekly reports, the upcoming season premiere will feature the poppy pop hit. The episode will be called "The New Rachel," and I assume that it’ll be about the robot doppelganger of Lea Michelle coming to murder the rest of the cast except for Jane Lynch, who in this scenario I will allow to be left unscathed and dignified as long as we never make mention of Ryan Murphy’s exercise in ruining musical theater ever again.
Call Me Maybe covers haven’t been original for, oh, years. But Steve Kardynal — a dude in drag who trolled Chatroulette in a bikini, body glitter and a rad wig — blows all the competition out of the water.
First of all, Chatroulette is a still a "thing." I could not go on without mentioning that.
Second of all, most of the people on the other side of Chatroulette are single bros. There are a couple girls or groups of people, but mostly it is dudes who take varying amounts of time to realize the bikini-clad individual humping the bed to the bass of Call Me Maybe also has a mustache.
A tip my hat to you, Steve Kardynal. I’m just surprised no one showed you their dick.
I’m so sick of seeing parody upon parody of “Call Me Maybe,” but this song is welcome to infiltrate the recesses of my humid, sparsely decorated bedroom anytime. Titled “Gangnam Style,” the song comes fresh from a two-year hiatus of well-known Korean jokester, PSY. It utilizes some pretty dope equestrian-style moves (which I am totally adding to my meager list of dance routines), awkwardly fantastic gyrations and—wait for it—two disguised members of Big Bang. First person to spot them without cheating wins a personal oppa lap dance by yours truly!
The song talks about PSY’s quest to find a “classy girl who know how to enjoy the freedom of a cup of coffee” but “whose heart gets hotter when night comes.” Translation – a lady in the street but a freak in the bed! Hey, if that’s all he needs, then I can say with complete confidence that I am the perfect girl for PSY—now whisk me away to the immaculate subways of South Korea right this minute!
PSY, who incidentally was educated right here in the good ol’ U.S. of A, is no stranger to attention—the South Korean chart-topper often masquerades as female pop stars (ex: Hyori Lee) and had both his albums banned in Korea for inappropriate content. If you ask me, I think it’s high time to snub Carly Rae whatever and start blasting “Gangnam Style” out of our faux iHome boomboxes.
I just spent about two minutes too long trying to think of something to say about this. You know what? Fuck it. Olympics. Michael Phelps. Speedos. USA! USA! (Carly Rae Jepsen is from Canada.) "Call Me Maybe." "Call Me Maybe." "Call Me Maybe." "Call Me Maybe." Watch below.