Song of the Moment: You’ll be telling your ex to “Blow Me (One Last Kiss)”
“I think that life’s too short for this | I’ll pack my ignorance and bliss | I think I’ve had enough of this | Blow me on last kiss”
– P!nk, “Blow Me (One Last Kiss)”
Song: “Blow Me (One Last Kiss)”
Album: The Truth About Love, to be released September 2012
I don’t know what’s more magnetic about this pop ditty: the production or the in-your-face lyrics P!nk croons through the speakers. You’d expect that after two No. 1s which sounded too similar that America (and I) would get tired of hearing the same type of song. But alas, this conventional pop music rule applies to all acts BUT the amazing P!nk.
Who else can pull off lyrics like “No more sick, whiskey d**k,” and get away with it? No one really, except for P!nk. Just as she says, “I’ll do as I please,” P!nk knows that she can indeed get away with a song that combines the best parts of “So What” and “Raise Your Glass” and puts a Lily Allen-esque (a la “It’s Not Me, It’s You“) spin on it.
Musically, the song sounds as fresh as every dance pop-rock song currently infiltrating the airwaves, but it also sounds as if it has been on the radio for the past 10 years (think back to Kelly Clarkson‘s “Since You Been Gone” and other anthemic pop-rock opuses from the ’00s). The part that really stands out and just surprises the hell out of me (even after listening to it for the 15th time) is the melodic shift in the chorus when P!nk changes the key to emphasize how “shitty” her and her soon-to-be ex-lover’s day was.
On a random tangent, this song really makes me want to dance all the hate away. I feel like the slick feeling of the beat, along with the “sing-songiness” of the chorus, create such a euphoric feeling that I can just shake the haters off and essentially blow all of them one last kiss.
All in all, this song pretty much proves that P!nk’s record company/P!nk herself really understands how to choose a legit first single. Here’s to hoping that P!nk will achieve another No. 1 with this groovy excuse of pop masterpiece.