5 August 2010
Flo Rida, like an anti-intellectual faction of The Black Eyed Peas, and David Guetta, court jester to the crass blingerati partying while the world economy burned: between them, the ambient noise of our 2009-10 charts. Now, in that era’s depressingly familiar synergy of inanity, they’ve joined forces for a ‘collab’. And when they met, it was moider!
To call Flo Rida’s part of ‘Club Can’t Handle Me’ rapping suggests he has rhymes, rhythm and personality; he’s just the annoying guy in a group of drunk tourists who whoops and hollers outside your window at 2 a.m. the loudest. What does David Guetta do here, exactly? Turn on the Auto-Tune and select the ‘electro’ filter, then pose for the acclaim of club punters, it seems to me. God, 2010 was bleak.
