And today’s valuable pop lesson, kids, is thus: don’t even dream of half-inching Kreayshawn’s drug-smoking paraphernalia, or she’ll recruit her new partner-in-crime Grimes and give you a good ol’ kicking. Here, over a bonkers backdrop of basket-cased beats, Claire Boucher’s sticky, sugary vocals clash with Kreayshawn’s none-more-bratty bile for some gloriously gobby hectoring.
Ben Hewitt