| Groove Armada ---I See You Baby | Sparky Lightbourne --- Where You Goin' Chicken |
| Sleater-Kinney --- You're No Rock N Roll Fun | The Wiseguys --- Start The Commotion |
---Reviewed by Catherine Lee
My favorite boo-tey
video of the year. So what if this great song has been adapted for commercials!
The pleasure of shakin' it on the dance floor and admiring other asses doin'
the same - say voyeur, wouldja? The geek voyeur sets up his monitors on
the dancefloor, and in the bathrooms for the sexy scenes that take place
in all danceclubs (nothing graphic, silly! Hair shakes and primping highly
stylized) His giddiness at all the beautiful booty is infectious, and his
seeing and singing are truly funny. Next time you want your friend to know
you admired the look they're flashin' just tell em' "I see you baby,".
Because everyone should have admirerers as enthusiastic as this guy. 
---Reviewed by B.C. Heathcliff
From
the CD All Hands on the Bad One . Simple white background performance
video intercut with moments of each band member against colored backgrounds.
Sleek and uncluttered adoration of each band member framed as individuals
and as rockin' grown-women trio. New sound for SK? No wailing vocals, but
power pop in song strength. ---Reviewed by Catherine Lee
Do
you say turkey-lurkey at Thanksgiving? We do, but there are other poultry
posies that I've just added to my bouquet from this song. This animated
video was created by Local, a consortium of recent art school grads from
St. Martin's College for less than $850 - yeeehaw! Good music videos made
cheap! Strong lines via vector artwork, and hopefully-you-have-a-good-monitor-
disturbing-colors (there's something not quite right about that
pastel). Chickens that have not been put through the cute filter
go from being to packaged-being with a chorus/question about our direction,
"Where you goin'". Or maybe it's just a dance song about chickens.---Reviewed by B.C. Heathcliff
From the album The Antidote. Great grooves, a singular guitar
thrum and a cast of many whip through this video. On a soundstage draped
with anywhere-music-hall red velvet curtains, the apparel finery and dance
moves of multiple generations are played out: milk faced boy trios in matching
velvet jackets clustered around a microphone add the chorus while a dandy
in a sharkskin suit adds the chorus shouts from the fifties, while bursts
of horn are delivered by young bucks with afros and bellbottoms... Maybe
The Wiseguys is the genius of the guy handling vinyl who has a little nostalgia
for outfits found in vintage clothing stores and the style it takes to wear
them.