thirty six.
NICKI MINAJ//Pound The Alarm
sounds like.
Another curveball.
it's here because.
I'm not taking the piss, either. Trinidad art attack Nicki's first outing in this countdown is her only one. Forget the the lush Superbass, the nauseously catchy Starships or the instant turn off ego massage that was the otherwise blissed out Freedom. Pound The Alarm is her best song and was last summers
real summery sounding song.
It's bright, fun it's got
riddim and it might be the best pop song since that part of all our lives where Lady GaGa was a pretty good Madonna getting screwed by eurosynths. It also soundtracked about two months I spent last year in the same gay club every night of the week, letting forty year old men buy me shots of aftershock on the promise that I would go home with them.
I didn't. I was still dancing to this. I even own two T-Shirts. Plasticity has never been this much fun.