“Lotta scrilla to make, and the dick don’t fuck up any scrillac for Banks…”
Y’know that scene in the first Shrek movie where Shrek and Donkey see that puppet show welcoming them to DuLoc? They stand there, jaw agape at the bizarreness of what they just saw. Then, eventually, Donkey speaks: “Wow…LET’S DO THAT AGAIN!” That, in a nutshell, is my relationship with the hot new thing on the block, Azealia Banks. When 212 dropped, I couldn’t make head nor tail of what was going on. All I knew is that I needed more. Her set at Coachella sealed the deal for me: this kid is the bomb diggity.
Her latest clip is a similar “what-the-hell-did-I-just-watch” shindig, but it’s so remarkably watchable that you’ll be past the point of caring by the time Azealia grabs a hotdog and faux-seductively squeezes the ketchup and mustard off the top of it. Oh yeah, and there’s a very loose Western theme in the whole thing – horse-riding, gun-slinging etc. No relation to the music whatsoever, but hey – isn’t that in itself pop videos at their absolute finest? The aesthetic manages to work quite well with the track, with plenty of nonsense action bound to keep you entertained. This is an act well worth getting behind – and I’m hoping and praying that shit gets real when she comes to Australia next month for Splendour in the Grass. Shake your arse and watch yo’self, boys and girls.