Music Review: Kesha & 3OH!3 "Blah Blah Blah"

Kesha & 3OH!3

Blah Blah Blah

Album: Animal

Year: 2010

         Kesha hooks up with a random pretty guy in the ratty “Blah Blah Blah.”

      Clapping synths open the single, setting an indifferent tone. She folds her arms across her chest. Did he just mumble something about the waves in Malibu? She so doesn’t care.  She kisses him hard on the lips and points to the bathroom. He’s a good-looking guy. She was surprised he didn’t say he had an audition for Axe Body Spray in the morning. It’s the lower half of him that has piqued her interest. With a body like that, he has to be well-endowed. (“Oh Badadadabadadababa/Coming out your mouth /With your blah blah blah/Zip your lips like a padlock (yeah)/And meet me in the back/With the jack and the jukebox/Don't really care/
Where you live at/Just turn around boy /And let me hit that/Don't be a little bitch/With your chit chat/Just show me/Where your dick's at.”)

             In the pre-chorus, she rubs his chest in the corner of the bar. He protests, saying someone will notice. She shushes him, telling the music will drown them out. She exclaims it’s her favorite song right now. (“Music's up/Listen hot stuff (stuff)/I'm in love (love)/With this/
Song/So just hush (hush)/Baby shut up (up)/Heard enough.”)

             In the chorus, he pulls his shirt back on and disentangles himself from her.She narrows her eyes at him and grumbles that he isn’t any fun. Sighing, she walks him over to her car and tells him to be quiet or just leave. (“Stop talk-talk-talking bout'/Blah blah blah/Think you'll be getting this?/Nah nah nah/Not in the back of my/Ca-a-ar/If you keep talking bout/Blah blah blah blah blah.”)

            She shifts around in the backseat of her car, making herself comfortable. She winks at him once he climbs inside. He almost knocks himself out on the seat and she giggles, saying he’s drunk. (“Boy come on and get my rocks off/Come put a little love /In my glove box/Wanna dance with no pants on? (Holler)/Meet me in the back /With the jack and the jukebox/So cut to the chase kid/'Cause I know you don't care /What my middle name is/I wanna be naked/And you're wasted.”)

                The pre-chorus and chorus are sung again.

                 3OH!3 get defensive, saying he’s into it. She’s the one who’s a tease, looking for reasons to stop. To him, she’s just another blonde chick pretending to act hard. The person he’s looking out for is himself. She could be some crazy girl who could end tracking down on the internet, following him home from work and bringing him sex toys to his door. (“You be delayin'/You won't be sayin' some sh-- (some s...)/You say I'm playin/I'm never layin' the d--/Sayin' "blah, blah blah" /Cause I don't care who you are /In this bar/It only matters who I am

               The chorus is sung again.

               An edited chorus is sung. (“Blah blah blah/Think you'll be getting this/Nah nah nah/Not in the back of my/Ca-a-ar/If you keep talking bout/Blah blah blah blah blah.”)

         At the end, she repeats part of the chorus. (“Blah Blah Blah/Stop talkin/Stop talk-talk-talkin bout.”)

Kesha’s slurs over her vocals, oblivious to her wobbling as she tries to seduce a guy with her pouty, duck lips.  She has no qualms about having sex in public places, waving away the consequences if they get caught.

        3OH!3 call her out for her behavior, getting in her face. She seemed at cool at first. However, she’s shown herself to be crazy. He doesn’t want to get laid that badly. Neither come off well. She’s the ditzy party girl trying to tough. 3OH!3 are the shady guys in the back, whispering to each other and egging the girls on.

          The scuzzy “Blah Blah Blah, amidst the jittery and flesh baring patrons, signal that something not right is going on inside the bar.