It's the weekend, y'all, and you know what the means. It's time to find your best pair of fuck-me-pumps, spritz some drops of Aqua Di Gio and scrounge your nickels, dimes and pennies together to find a club with an all you can drink special. And somewhere between the flirting and the inevitable fighting that happens during the course of a night out, there should be a little bit of dancing. Here at the Mixtape, we always have enjoyed a good dance tune or two so we present our "Dance or Die Trying" mix for the weekend.
First up, RuPaul's "Jealous of My Boogie"
RuPaul's dragalicious tune "Jealous of my Boogie" is the sort of perfect tune to start the evening off, when you're still chilling at the house and putting on your makeup. RuPaul somehow takes the annoying trend of Autotune and makes it somehow endearing and the superbly camp video is something that will put you in the right mood to hit the scene with your lady and lady-boy friends. The Mixtape gives this song 10 points for ~realness~
Next up is Paradiso Girls, "Who's My Bitch"
After releasing the socially-responsible single "Patron Tequila," the Pussycat Dolls' sluttier younger sister group Paradiso Girls have put out a tune with the totally radio-friendly title of "Who's My Bitch?" Continuing Robin Antin's career of making exploitative music under the dubious guise of female empowerment, Paradiso Girls demand for respect by a cheating boyfriend and nothing commands respect like black electrical tape over one's tatas. The wonky gender politcs aside, the tune has all the thumping bass and dumb lyrics one needs to get up on the dancefloor.
Lastly we have Kelis and "Song for the Baby"
The bossy chanteuse decided to make a play for the dancefloor and failed miserably if you look at little things like album sales but succeeded if you look at things from a creative perspective. Dropping a lot of her bad girl posturing, as well as popping out a baby and divorcing her husband Nas, Kelis has made a dance album that is her most accessible in terms of music but also the most personal in terms of lyrics. Gone are the pronouncements of her milk shake and in their place are lyrics about surviving break-ups and in "Song for the Baby" Kelis gives advice to her newborn child. It's the stuff that sounds treacly in theory and could be if it wasn't paired with a delicious beat. All earnestness should be done to a disco beat.