Punk Rock Kittens Cover the White Stripes
Why are singing animals so goddamn amusing? Maybe all Britney Spears needs in order to make her big post-Justin comeback (did anyone see that article in People about how she's "taking time out"?) is to plop that big old monkey from the E*Trade commercial on stage beside her and have it sing "Slave 4 U." A few months back, my friend Michaelangelo sent me a link to Joel Veitch's punk kittens who rock out to the White Stripes. Now I'm obsessed with the site. Those cats cover the Stripes even better than Stephen McDonald. (Even if the Redd Kross dude is a crazy Stripes stalker for digitally inserting his own basslines in White Blood Cells, they still sound pretty good.) Don't worry, I'm not going to get all Mary Timmony on you and blab on and on about singing unicorns and butterflies--even if you hate cute things, the kittens still rock because Veitch chooses interesting songs for them to play. (Check out an animated Britney Spears--sex kitten?--dancing to John B's awesome electro single "American Girls.") And Veitch has so many felines: Led Zeppelin kittens dressed in Viking costumes (Vahalla!), Irish kittens singing Destiny's Child at a pub, and for those who are less adventurous, kittens playing Latin jazz (with rodent saxophone interlude!) What's next? The Cure's "Love Cats"? The Doors' "Dead Cats, Dead Rats"? At this point, I'd take anything, But please, God, no Andrew Lloyd Webber.
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