The Repetitive Nature of Pop Music: Cody Simpson.

Or popular music is the AIDS to my creativity. Either way, same thing.

For about 15 or so years now, there's been feelings that pop music has been kind of repetitive. But if someone asked you to point out what's repetitive, what would you say? Lyrics don't count either; if the lyrics or the rhythm/melody of pop music itself were a legitimate point to make, then we might as well just call everything repetitive, because every genre is repetitive in that respect.

Hi, Brody Dalle? Joan Jett has filed felony theft charges.

"Okay, MrIndieDay, we get the presumptuous crap. Give us your specific reasons beyond music and/or lyrics, you dick."

Fine, excessively-pushy-reader. Here's Part One of "The Repetitive Nature of Pop Music":

Cody Simpson: "iYiYi" ft. Flo Rida



I liked (or fucking hated) this better when it was "Baby" by Justin Bieber feat. Ludacris.

This will be insensitive: What the fuck is an "iYiYi"? Isn't that the sound someone makes during a seizure?

Warner Bros. Music attempt to rodeo the coattails (Yes, not ride, rodeo) of Universal's tween garbage isn't even subtle; they grab a tween kid (Or in this case, Fred's little brother) and pair him with an already established Southern rapper, assumedly to further the kid's credibility as an artist.



Or emasculate his. Like a reverse quid pro quo.


They even make an effort to exemplify Cody's masculinity by suggesting, in layman's terms, that he gets mad bitches. At the beginning of the video, Cody receives a text, at which one of his baby-testicled comrades comments "New flavor of the week?". The entire exchange is so awful, I felt like they should've collectively said "L-O-L" afterward, followed by a truck sideswiping the group and aptly ending the video.



No, truck-on-people collisions are not funny. Unless they're preteens.

This is all too similar to Justin Bieber's "Baby" music video, in which Justin enters a bowling alley with his posse of uninitiated prostates, only to be stared at by all the girls, and promptly cheered on when he's capable of hitting a strike.


No doubt he gets hella teenage pussy with that bowling arm. Consent? What's that?

The song structure is precisely the same as well; two girl-like verses and choruses, than the manly southern drones of a rapper, and one last girly belting of the chorus. When listened to side by side, the two are difficult to distinguish by mind alone. They mentally gel into each other like a venn diagram. Except instead of circles, they're two silly bands.



And there's our first silly band reference! And our last.

I mean, damn, can these two be any more similar? It's like record companies have no subtlety or creativity; they just shell out whatever's already worked.

Well, yeah. And Pt. 2 will just drive the point home.