Girl Talk: Everything At Once

Girl Talk (2001-present)
(OMG! BUY THE SHIT OUT OF ME!)
reviewed by J. Kane


Trip-O-Meter: 8.5/10




At first Greg Gillis seems like just another queer drinking Brisk iced tea who plays a laptop because he doesn't have any friends and can't use a guitar. C'mon, his project is called 'Girl Talk.' Does it get any more lame than that, short of Owl City?
Hold up, wait a minute. It's a Trojan horse!

This shit is more catchy and annoying than a DJ Earworm remix. It's going to invade your ears with a pureed mess of insanity, shit all over your brains and make you enjoy it. It's annoying, gay and (kind of) punk in the best way.


Each album is basically one song broken up; each three minute segment samples every song you've ever heard in your life. In the course of 40 minutes, you'll hear everything from the Pixies to Coldplay to Styx to Black Eyed Peas to Kansas to Nirvana. The result is overstimulating (almost) to a fault, overwhelming and crushing your weak little mind.

Say what you will about overly-sampled music. Maybe it's unoriginal, but how could you say that? Maybe it's stealing, says you with your BitTorrent files. (By the way, every ounce of music falls under 'fair use'. There's no "lawsuit waiting to happen".)
This kind of artform wasn't as readily available when the first Bush was in office, and most of it sucks. Mashup has final found it's master. A creepy, faggish punk named Greg and his Girl Talk.