Camp taste transcends the nausea of the replica.
- Susan Sontag, "Notes on Camp"
Current pop music and I parted ways a good many years ago, so it's unusual for me to feel so enthusiastic about a random song heard on the radio. It's serendipity that this catchy ditty - "Slip," by a trio called Stooshe (pronounced, one learns, "Stoo-She," which sounds like some kind of unholy Japanese-meets-Irish cuisine fusion) - also falls firmly within the realm of the Shameless Saturday Camp Explosion, thanks to its sleek '60s-goes-'80s hook, exaggerated girl-group personae (with more than a hint of drag-queen affect), and even its very own New Dance Sensation step.
It's manufactured nonsense, but of a fairly high order, I think, and a possibly early entry for Song of the Summer. Or is it just awful? That's the joy of tawdry pop - perhaps it's both.