Ke$ha (pronounced ke-sha) is one odd duck. She’s been a stalker. She’s broken into Prince’s house and she digs dudes with mullets. It’s balls out with this girl and her character is noted and sparkles and rules, but her audience is not hearing anything they’ve never heard before.
On Sunday night, Ke$ha made her Canadian debut at the Mod Club to gaggles of girls and industry insiders. There was drum-banging, bouncing and thrashing, all under the influence of a shiny substance called glitter. The set was about 30 minutes and ended with chart-topping single Tik Tok plus bursts of confetti. This winner/invite-only private show was made interactive with a Ke$ha-esque make-up station and a small meet-n-greet post show, with Princess Sparkle herself.
Minus the fact that Toronto girls already rock the fingerless leather glove, Ke$ha’s visuals were impressive. With a Mega Ultra Glitter Gong and a side-ponied Keytar player named Laserslut she kicked ass. The under-ragers love the shit out of her.


Face-paint/glitter station participant

From the outside though, her appeal is pretty disgusting. Mothers around the world are running for their lives. Yes, like Jewel she lived in a car and that is absolutely admirable, but unlike Jewel, Ke$ha is a potpourri of the last four years of Pop Music. Lily. Amy. Uffie. M.I.A. Britney for heaven’s sake. And let NO ONE compare her to Gwen Stefani. She is GaGa part Two. RIP Tupac.
Today, apparently, role models are encouraged to say “fuck” in front of five-year-olds and being drunk is acceptable all the time, even before breakfast. But pair the bitch with Blockhead and her vinyl records would surely sit over North Shore mantles.

Ke$ha & Melania

By Kay Vandertramp and Melania Fedyna





























































We sorta skipped Saturday, Hot & Spicy fest had us filled with the itis. But by Sunday, it was Game On Again.