Ur So Gay (Capitol)
A taunting exorcism targeted to a guyliner-wearing, vegan, skinny jeans-clad ex-BF, Katy Perry's "Ur So Gay" is more than just borderline offensive. "You're so gay and you don't even like boys," Perry repeats ad nauseam until the final wisecrack of "No you don't even like ... penis!"
Perry swears to Out magazine it's just kitsch, and that calling something "gay" doesn't mean it's bad. But for real, honey, irony gets you only so far. Calling your ex "gay" because he's a hypocritical narcissist isn't funny. It's like calling a dude a pussy because he cries at the end of Lord of the Rings, or telling me I hit like a girl when I bitchslap your face.
Perry's been bouncing between labels for years now. Back in 2004 Blender called her "the next big thing" and compared her to girl-of-the-then Avril Lavigne. An album with the Matrix was supposedly in the works, but somehow that never materialized.
Now it's 2008 and Perry's being compared to girls-of-the-now Lily Allen and Kate Nash thanks to her Ur So Gay EP and advance tracks from her upcoming full-length. Besides "Ur So Gay," the EP features a routine dance remix of the title track, a clunker ballad called "Lost" and a satisfyingly cheesy cover of the Outfield's "Your Love," which will probably turn up in the prom scene of a tween romcom sometime soon.
Perez Hilton's taken a liking to Perry (not surprising, considering his penchant for everything puerile), and is heavily promoting her and the "Ur So Gay" video, a Barbie-on-Ken pantomime about getting it on with a plasticine Pete Wentz look-alike doll.
Obviously, Perez has loads of power when it comes to pushing new music. (His party at South by Southwest was the festival's hardest-to-come-by ticket this year.) Sometimes he uses this power for good (Yelle is dynamite and Santogold's just getting started); other times--i.e., Perry--Perez harnesses his forces for evil.
Okay, maybe that's overstating Perry's obnoxiousness. She's not a bad singer, and her lyrics are sure to be adopted as "OMG 2 tru" by every middle school-aged MySpacer reeling from a broken heart. Each generation needs their breakup anthem, I guess, and for better or worse "Ur So Gay" might just be ours.
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