Addicted to generic sounding club music, that's what the title of this song should be. I only found out about this video because my sister was watching it on her computer, and my music review senses were tingling. Lol I'm so lame.

This disaster, directed by Wilmer Valderrama, was released Tuesday August 14th. He should seriously stick to voicing Handy Manny. The direction and concept of the video seems a bit amateurish to me. I've never felt such hatred towards a video other than R.E.M.'s video for "We all go back to where we belong. Almost four minutes of fucking Kirsten Dunst smiling at the camera was not one bit creative, though I'd rather watch that catastrophe than this one.

But anyway, it wasn't so much the song that was bad, it was just the pointless prancing around by pouty lips, a.k.a. Vanessa Curry, in the beginning. To me, it was pretty annoying, but I'm sure guys would appreciate some babe making out with Leighton Meester for _ minutes any day (whatever though, I love Leighton). The direction of the video had no purpose other than hot girls on a camera being intimate. I didn't feel any capturing emotion or desire to dance to this song, and the video didn't help either. All I kept muttering under my breath was "you skinny bitches." To top it off, I couldn't really make out a story; that's the most important feature of a music video! A good director and a good actor/actress should be able to tell the character's story and develop some sort of plot that would make people want to replay it endlessly.

No disrespect Vanessa, but you looked pretty dirty. Not in a sexy way, like I wanted to scrub her with a loofa every time she pranced around in skimpy clothing. There's more to music than being sexy, even club music believe it or not. What makes this song different from all other club music?

That's when I get to the real criticism; try to be effing creative. There's no variation of beats, no quality in this song. I'm not saying to pull a miracle out of your ass, just play around with other beats or instruments. How many times am I gonna have to sit through another goddamn club track until I'm forced to glue my ears shut? Seriously, what is the obsession with the same club beat over and over again? It's like god is torturing me for every cat's tail I have ever pulled. Everyone is trying to top each other with "that number one party song," but they all end up copying each other. I'm sure I'm not the only person who is bored of the same ole crap on the radio.

But you know, honestly, all this song needed was a cameo from Pit Bull. A little "dale" sprinkled on this track and I'm ready to get down.

I think there should be a law against making popular club music. "Unless you are LMFAO, the act of producing, recording, and/or distribution of below par club music is prohibited in any state, and is punishable by law. Seriously guys, stop."

You wanna check out "Addicted To Love" by The Nomads, be my guest. First few seconds might be interesting, but don't let pouty lips fool you.