America's Sweetheart Taylor Swift may be untouchable back home in the States where the fat white folk live on their farms and work at K-Mart, but they don't play that shit over in Japan, home of Godzilla, the Yakuza, and Kyary Pamyu Pamyu.
It's been about seven months since Kyary Pamyu Pamyu released her last single, the fantastically catchy "Kira Kira Killer." I'm not quite sure how she spent her downtime between then and now, but I imagine it probably involved innocently holding hands with her boyfriend Fukase (KPP is an asexual space goddess from the Algol planetary system of Sega's Phantasy Star universe) and admiring her own reflection in a kawaii compact mirror.
Lately I haven't had the time to keep up with all the music I'd like to, let alone blog about it all. I can barely even keep up with K-pop at the moment, let alone J-pop, Western pop, and indie. Stupid life and work getting in the way of things, ugh.
Sometimes I don't know whether I'm more excited for Kyary Pamyu Pamyu's music or her visuals. Actually, I do know: before I saw her live in concert it was the visuals, but then post-concert it was definitely the music (it took seeing "Fashion Monster" live to realize that it's the best fucking song ever).
I'm probably not the only person who doesn't exactly view Kyary Pamyu Pamyu as an actual human being, right? With her outlandish harajuku garb and wonderfully demented bubblegum pop, she's more like a living and breathing art installation -- or at the very least, some stylish alien from another planet that crash landed in Japan 21 years ago.