The pop has popped.
The Pussycat Dolls fulfill many guys' fantasies. They destroyed mine. I used to pontificate on the inevitable comeback of pure pop music. I reasoned that the sounds on albums like Beatles For Sale and Seconds of Pleasure were so irresistible that it was just a matter of time before chiming guitars and ingratiating melodies recaptured radio charts. The Pussycat Dolls juggernaut exposes my assertion as naive and wishful thinking. That's bad news for bands like Volebeats. Most songs on 2005's Like Her sound like variations on "Needles and Pins"- and I intend that as high praise. Not that it matters. You win, girls- keep on shakin'.
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