What would happen if a Sara Bareilles and Colbie Caillat type with an Ellen Degeneres haircut, found its way to a coffeeshop and sat down with a quirky musician guy to come up with a unique take on Beyonce's smash hit, "Single Ladies"? Apparently, this dry-ass rendition with the most soulless artist to hit the music scene since Brooke Hogan.
Pomplamoose is the name of the band and it's clear that she/they were trying to go for a unique take on the dancefloor anthem of 2009, but damn, way to suck all the Sasha Fierce out of it. There's whitebread and then there's Pomplamoose. The lead singer, Nataly, stares her big, bulbous eyes at the screen as she robotically recites the lyrics like a child being told to recite her times tables. "Single Ladies" is a kiss-off anthem and Beyonce delivers her lines with plenty of sass, flippant 'tude and neck-snapping hair flips. This woman, Nataly, possesses neither sasss, fierceness or a $2000 hair weave to throw about, so we're left with a butch lesbian haircut, a few "why am I here?" blinks and some soggy cocoa puffs to carry the visuals.
One huge offense Nataly of Pomplamoose commits in this cover, aside from its emotionless, empty interpretation, is the snip and shade she throws at Beyonce's lyrical genius. Instead of singing the bridge, "Don't treat me to the things of the world, I'm not that kind of girl..." Nataly scrunches up her face and says, "Don't make me sing this part of the song, the lyrics are so bad..."
Bitch, please. You ain't writin' no lyrics like these.
Somebody call Kanye and tell him he needs to pay Pomplamoose a visit and educate them in the ways of Beyonce.
