“25 years of Kylie Minogue in 17 minutes.” (Via Fette & Rohin Guha.)
You know the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is useless because it has inducted neither Chic nor Kraftwerk, both of whom are have been eligible for years and both of whom are relevant right now to acts throughout the Billboard 200 albums chart and the Hot 100 singles chart. These two bands are also — fuck you, Darth Geffen — empirically great and contextually better than eighty perecent of the sadsack bluez Xeroxers™ in the Hall. The RRHOF has inducted the hair metal studio rats known as Thee Red Hot Chili Peppers, who will get out of hell only when God sees footage of Flea playing with Patti at BAM, but even then, she won’t believe that these Post-Its ever had an idea of their own or the balls to steal an idea and juice it rather than flatten it.
But Kylie? Will she get into the Hall? No, because Americans apparently can’t understand popular music sung in English. Or style. Or hooks. No—wait, they can. So.
ETERNAL PAUSE OF DOOM.