Rejoice, rejoice, LMFAO is dead!
All right, maybe not, but LMFAO did in fact do parts of the world a favor by breaking up or, in the "chic" term, "take a break" from making music together. But sadly, LMFAO has killed plenty of things -- shot glasses, making a trip to Miami seem awesome -- unless, you know, Hank Williams Jr. gets his way to take Miami back -- and now, officially, Motown.
Why Motown, you ask? What do the party-rockers, those who took Right Said Fred's "I'm Too Sexy" and just added a few more douche-touches on it by saying they work out have to do with the house that Berry Gordy built?
Look at the bloodline. SkyBlu is the nephew of Redfoo, who in turn is the son of Motown founder Berry Gordy. You can now start chanting "Einhorn is Finkel, Finkel Is Einhorn."
The point is, nobody has done more damage the the Motown name than the Gordys themselves, particularly Redfoo and his brother Rockwell, who rose to one-hit wonder status after being pushed by Michael Jackson for "Somebody's Watching Me."
I can't be sheepish behind the classic works of the past while looking at the tragedies of the present.
Yes, you as a conscious music lover have to put the work of LMFAO alongside the same parallels made by Marvin Gaye (What's Going On), Stevie Wonder (Talking Book) LMFAO is the Joe Piscopo to Motown's Saturday Night Live -- you can't have a full dialogue about one without mentioning the other.
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No, I can't sit back and not question where the hell the musical legacy of a family who had Billy Dee Williams(!) play them in a movie about their greatest find. I mean, given the take pop culture will turn - we'll wind up getting a LMFAO retrospective DVD, and I'll see Terrence Howard (of all people) want to be Redfoo.
Motown never wanted to shuffle, but the nepotism behind it darn sure put it into the grave.