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  • Charli XCX Creates Her Own Version of CSS’ “City Grrrl” With “In The City”

    Charli XCX Creates Her Own Version of CSS’ “City Grrrl” With “In The City”

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    In 2011, CSS released their third album, La Liberación. Still finding it difficult to recreate the “virality” of 2005’s “Music Is My Hot Hot Sex,” CSS didn’t make it easier for themselves to do it again with this record. After all, they chose to release just one official single from: “Hits Me Like A Rock” featuring Bobby Gillespie. And yet, after the video—filled with what would now be called “TikTok dancing”—came out, CSS released another visual accompaniment for a song from La Liberación called “City Grrrl” featuring SSION. In the same way that Charli XCX’s new single, “In The City,” pays homage to how a sprawling metropolis lends the kind of anonymity necessary to feel totally free, CSS’ “City Grrrl” took it one step further by speaking to how a city (specifically, a city like New York), after enough time spent there, can make you so numb that “nothing hurts.” 

    Many see this as an advantage, while others posit that the idea of eventually losing all sense of humanity as a result of living in a city (again, mainly New York) simply isn’t worth it. However, for the oppressed and repressed collection of misfits that tends to (or once tended to) gravitate toward those “bright lights,” pain has been the norm in some way for their entire lives, so feeling nothing sounds pretty good in contrast. The thing is, New York is so chock full of normies now thanks to how much money it takes to live there. It’s hardly a place where “being different” is easier to conceal anymore. Not among the Rag & Bone-wearing ilk. Or even the Uniqlo types. For homogeneity has become so unavoidable in society that it’s seeped into the city landscape. A milieu that people were (and still are) so convinced stood out as a bastion of uniqueness. Though, from the get-go, cities were designed to have their own “inverse” homogeneity to the suburban alternatives that are often mocked and ridiculed by city dwellers who presume their lifestyle is inherently better. Particularly those, like Charli XCX, who grew up in such environments, frequenting the clubs and raves of London and its outer reaches as she made a name for herself (beyond just making the user name of Charli XCX on MSN Messenger). 

    In the early days of her recording career, Charli’s lyrics and tone possessed echoes of fellow Brits Lily Allen and Kate Nash, particularly on a song titled “Art Bitch” (side note: CSS also has a song called the same on their debut album). A nod to the sort of girl who would inevitably flee to the city to turn her art into financial gold (because that’s what art is all about now, right?). So it is that Charli sings, “You use a needle and a thread to sew up your dreams/Of going to France or New York or wherever it is/You’re gonna get there one day.” This is the same archetype CSS’ lead singer, Lovefoxxx, embodies in the video for “City Grrrl.” In fact, the premise for it comes off like a combination of Madonna blowing into New York for the first time meets her eponymous character in Desperately Seeking Susan riding back into town from Atlantic City. Lovefoxxx starts the video in a similar fashion, opening on a Coach USA bus with the destination “NEW YORK” emblazoned on the sign above the windshield. From there, Lovefoxxx pulls another Susan maneuver by proceeding to conduct her hygiene affairs in the public bathroom of the bus station, dyeing her hair pink with Manic Panic and changing her ensemble to reflect her inner “punk rock” edge on the outside. Now that she feels liberated enough in the city to do so. 

    The idea that you can be whoever you want to be, finally see yourself as you always dreamed you could be, is also the crux of Charli’s “In The City.” Which additionally offers a requisite gay feature (like “City Grrl” with SSION) via Sam Smith. Because what would any song showing love for the big city be without mentioning or alluding to the gays that populate it? In “City Grrrl,” Lovefoxxx calls it out directly by singing, “When I was a little girl/I wanted to be a citizen of the world/Being busy with my job and my gay friends/Laughing and drinking with my one-night stands.” For Charli, having Smith on the song to lend his vocals to a verse about meeting an accepting lover seems to be sufficient, with Smith declaring, “I knew the night that I met you/Underneath the New York City lights/Baby, no matter what I do/There’s an angel standin’ by my side.” Though one is surely likelier to find a devil at their side “in the city” instead. Especially during the less sanitized times of 2011, when “City Grrrl” came out. 

    In fact, it doesn’t feel like a coincidence that Charli’s city ode has a sound very similar to another 2011 track: Rihanna’s “We Found Love.” It’s got that same EDM infusion—one that also harkens back to Charli’s earlier musical sound before it veered more sharply into pop. This is thanks to co-production by Charli herself, A. G. Cook, George Daniel (a.k.a. the drummer for The 1975 and Charli’s boyfriend), ILYA and Omer Fedi. And, just as “We Found Love” was described, “In The City” is also “the rare song that manages to be sad and joyous all at once.” To that end, “In The City” transports the listener back to the early 2010s of Rihanna’s pre-Fenty heyday. Charli even invokes use of the word “diamonds” by saying, “All the lights are diamonds in the sky,” as though to deliberately remind us of Rihanna belting out, “We’re like diamonds in the sky.” And why not conjure up this not-so-distant period by mimicking its distinct sonic trends? After all, it was a simpler time not just in the twenty-first century, but in New York as well. Arguably the last blip in its history before every corner was taken over by a corporate entity. 

    With “In The City,” Charli appears to be part of the massive cabal that keeps perpetuating the myth that this is how New York still is. Even if its generic title can also be applied to other megalopolises like London, Istanbul, Tokyo and Los Angeles. But, of course, with Smith directly name-checking New York, it’s clear that’s the town they want people to associate the song with. Regardless of it no longer being the place where one can assure, “I found what I was lookin’ for.” Unless what you’re looking for happens to be a ramped-up obsession with money, status and a whole slew of other things that have nothing to do with being the kind of “art bitch” Charli once talked about or that Lovefoxxx once portrayed as a “City Grrrl” of yore. Where saying, “Don’t live your life, girl/Unless it’s just like a movie” has now become, “Live your life like any little banality set against a basic urban backdrop could go viral on TikTok.”

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  • Charli XCX’s “Speed Drive” Is Her Most Anti-Environmental Music Video Yet

    Charli XCX’s “Speed Drive” Is Her Most Anti-Environmental Music Video Yet

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    Becoming something of a “soundtrack queen” (to rival Lana Del Rey), the chart success of “Speed Drive” from Barbie: The Album has prompted Charli XCX to make a music video for it. And, although Charli has had her fair share of anti-environmental music videos (see also: “2099”), “Speed Drive” might be her most no-fucks-given-about-Gaia one yet. Particularly at a time when any signs of flagrant abuse of Mother Earth have become more political than ever before. Nonetheless, what can anybody really expect from a song that, like Olivia Rodrigo’s “bad idea right?,” favors a bratty 00s-era feel to it? The 00s being one of the best times to exist for anyone who loved a gas-guzzling vehicle (whether Hummers or Bentleys).

    And, talking of the 00s, no one was queen of the “sweet ride” like Regina George (Rachel McAdams) in Mean Girls. With her 2002 Lexus SC 430, Regina couldn’t have given less of a fuck about emitting fossil fuels (ergo, popular girls should be deemed losers for promoting rampant fossil fuel usage). Same as Barbie wouldn’t (and doesn’t) in her pink Corvette. The very one we see being driven by Devon Lee Carlson (who also gets name-checked in the song) as the video, co-directed by XCX and Ramez Silyan, opens on her and Charli speeding down the backroads overlooked by Los Angeles’ Fourth Street Bridge. 

    If the overall aesthetic seems familiar, complete with “industrial L.A. backdrop,” it’s because Charli has managed to continue her Crash era from early 2022 into the present. After all, as she’s admitted herself, “I’ve always really liked singing about cars. For me, there is this intrinsic link between driving and music and feeling like you’re a star when you’re in a car.” But, for as “brightly burning” as one might feel in that “star-y” moment they get from what Missy Elliott would describe as, “Top down, loud sound/See my peeps,” it’s not going to be even half as brightly burning as this Earth amid going up into flames thanks to unremitting CO2 emissions. Which makes one not merely “wonder” (so much as despise) why Charli (and many pop stars/other types of famous people) are so content to keep plugging the notion of how driving is “freedom” when, in fact, it will be the death of everyone. And while, sure, some say death is the ultimate liberation, there are others still who would prefer to last as long as possible without the effects of air pollution/climate change taking years off their lives. This being precisely what continued car usage (and the glamorization of car usage) will do. 

    XCX might have talked about the “intrinsic link” between driving and music, but she glossed right past the intrinsic link between driving and capitalism. As Metric says in the chorus of “Handshakes,” “Buy this car to drive to work/Drive to work to pay for this car.” The vicious cycle that arises when a shoddy economic system creates a need that isn’t actually a need, but a frivolous, detrimental want caused by a made-up life purpose (i.e., working a job you hate [or at least resent] so as to be paid). And yet, because of the expert conditioning we’re all given from day one thanks to advertising and, correlatively, the celebrity-industrial complex, we tell ourselves that selfish desires are needs. Including the desire to superfluously drive around in our cars doing donuts and slamming the brakes arbitrarily after stepping on the gas and letting out another massive, senseless CO2 fart into the world. Which is what both Carlson and Charli seem to enjoy doing with their status as: rich and influential. 

    Before we can get the full, uninterrupted effect of Charli letting her gasses loose, she steps out of the front seat in a white onesie (that seems the best word for it) complemented by a pink and white feather boa. As she starts to get into her “I’m a hot girl, pop girl, rich girl/I’m a bitch girl” type of dance, the world of the music video is shattered by the meta sound of her “Vroom Vroom” ringtone. Indeed, this entire portion is supposed to be meta, what with Sam Smith also being present on Barbie: The Album. Answering her oh so specifically zoomed in on Samsung Galaxy Z Flip5, the screen is opened to reveal Smith demanding, “Did you have a chance to listen to the new mix, babe? What’d you think?” She tells Smith, “I’m actually on the set of a music video right now.” Smith replies, “Okay, okay, sorry. I just, we gotta submit it so we can get it out.” Promising to call them afterward, she snaps the phone closed and cuts right back to the gear shift of the pink Corvette as Carlson hits the gas, showing us the “thrill” of the needle on the odometer rising while she does donuts around a dancing Charli. This in between close-ups on the car’s version of fuzzy dice hanging on the rearview mirror: an Android mini collectible. Because what is this video if not an aggrandizement of capitalistic synergy (mostly pertaining to Samsung)?

    While XCX happily mugs for the camera, Carlson’s driving skills cause a huge blast of smoke to trail behind her in the Corvette’s wake. This is appropriately timed to coincide with XCX cockily singing, “Got the top down, tires on fire (on fire).” Followed by a classic “I’m an asshole but there’s nothing wrong with that” defense as Charli flexes, “Who are you? I’m livin’ my life/See you lookin’ with that side eye/Wow, you’re so jealous ’cause I’m one of a kind/What you think about me, I don’t care.” Really? Even if one tends to think Charli is a one-woman promotion parade for using and touting all manner of vehicles that contribute to our collective quietus? It seems like something one should care about, reputation-wise. But, as she’s made clear, she’s too “hot, ridin’ through the streets” and “on a different frequency”—at least from the environmentally-minded who would prefer to stop seeing the deification (and sexualization, à la J. G. Ballard’s Crash) of cars. Those metal monsters who will spell human extinction if AI doesn’t first. 

    To add insult to injury, rubber tires are set ablaze for the purpose of the video, emitting more smoke into the air so that the aerosols can contribute to affecting climate change as well. Even before this moment, it was long ago apparent that Charli is strictly among the camp that views environmental-friendliness not only as a hindrance to “economic growth,” but also, evidently, to her “art.” And as the credits to the video show the “tag” of Charli standing in the middle of the road while a freight train slowly crawls past her and a flaming wheel rolls by, to boot, she confirms that no one actually gives a shit about mitigating environmental damage as much as possible, whenever possible. Not when it makes them look so “hot” to do otherwise. Alas, everyone will be Satan-level hot on a more literal level soon enough. 

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