Arthouse Dirty Talk

Those of you familiar with nightclubs and commercial music programs may have had cause to hear a charming little ditty called Dirty Talk, by American lass Wynter Gordon. It's not a brand new song; which means it must have taken its time to penetrate the Gaga/Britney/Beyonce pop fortress that is my brain.

This sort of disposable dance music would be generally forgettable, were it not for the detailed sexual imagery of Dirty Talk's lyrics. I'm sure the sexually liberated amongst you would argue that it simply presents a fairly vanilla, even generic set of sensual fantasies as something more risque, but to prudes like me? SHOCK AND GASP.

However, after listening to the song a number of times on repeat, it dawned on me that perhaps Wynter Gordon and her songwriters have a deeper, more powerful message regarding the female quest for internal and external gratification to communicate to their audience, gyrating in front of the TV at home in a genuine Mary-Kate and Ashley tweenie g-string. A message, perhaps, that would be more effective if presented as an undergraduate film student's meditative think piece.

All of which is a lot of garbled set up for what is ostensibly the most ridiculous piece of video to be committed to YouTube today.

Enjoy.