Update: stupid music video has disabled embedding, so it won’t play here. You gotta click through above to watch it on Youtube’s site. FINE.
This is my London Song. It’s big, brassy, and and makes me feel like a Million Pounds as I get to grips with this ridiculous city. Think of Pixie as a sexier, skinnier Duffy who’s a tattoo and coke-habit away from becoming the next Amy Wino.
What’s more, this chick has got the “London look” - straggly big hair, tons of slap, thick eyeliner, Kate Moss heroin-chic glances, insanely high heels and glittery short skirts/skorts. Plus, I love how she gets down to the groove and generally lady-gagas (it’s now a verb) about her cool, urban, racially-mixed, post-industrial scene.
Watch the last 30 seconds for the best bits - my favourite part is when she’s just standing around next to the tambourine boy, because you know, cool people in London just lounge and linger like alley cats. Everyone in this video are presumably Londoners who are just SO OVER everything, been-there-done-that, etc etc.
Loves it.
—Ahmed
