Bono‘s altruistic knuckle messages, Billie Joe Armstrong and Norah Jones odd county stereotype of an old Everly Brothers lonesome cut, icons in place for words, Britney‘s cheesy perfume territory and more, as Best Lyric Vids of the Week rolls into its 47th wink of the year. Here’s Bono pointing at you, kid.
U2 – ‘Ordinary Love‘
Skipping frames and scribing outside of the lines, Oliver Jeffers and Mac Premo did this arena-canon homage to Nelson Mandela proud, from sidewalk chalk trick to Mandela graffiti that goes up in mere seconds, Bono’s fists to letters that censor before your eyes, the sentiments of “Ordinary Love” flash across your eyes in anything but, well, ordinary ways, for the most part:
Foreverly, as in ‘for’ ‘Everly’, like the Brothers, goes the title of this otherwise odd cover pairing of Green Day frontman, Billie Joe Armstrong, and pop-jazz’s poster child, Norah Jones. While their harmonies are spot on, genuine country ache and all present on the bittersweet breakup ballad, the lyric video leaves no ‘murrica stereotype stone unturned, from cowboy hat to pickup truck, save for the dusty-yellow cursive font narrating the whole sad thing. It’s tender, in a cartoonish way:
Whatever kind of realism Spears’ crew was going for with this GoPro-ish first-person poke around a hotel room fails miserably, cut with shots of night shots of LA city scenes. Then again no amount of pink confetti bursts and stylized fonts can save a cheesy perfume vendetta of a cheating narrative to begin with. Who enjoys this? Who are you? What kind of perfume do you wear?
iPhone, pussy, cocaine, new kicks, a party when the pain hits – some of the things that Toronto bedroom soul upstart asserted he needs above all, which, according to him, isn’t much. Which validated themselves with a modestly humorous yearn in song alone. The lyric video, though, it needs much more than scrolling, sinewy fonts and Jack Daniels icons for words to tolerate. Then again, at least you know what’s needed:
Much more lively than his Battlefield 4 time bomb-ish montage for “Ticking Bomb,” a much more refined breed of soul upstart, Aloe Blacc turns the nightclub experience into a neon dance on the eyeballs, here, dancefloor one-ups shaking across the screen both sexy and thrilling, line-drawing of Blacc’s head popping in every once in a while to gawk at the smoothness of his one-liners: