Definitely should’ve snagged that dance pop recording nomination instead of that one sneak
using the grammys as an excuse to say that "fame is a gun" is one of my favourite pop records in ages; it's like the crossover anthem electroclash never had. the lovely idm-y figure powering it, the little bell-ish hook, the sleazy monosynth, the way the (perfect) topline weirdly, insistently returns to the tonic in the verses. "i'm your dream girl but you're not my type" is the best lyric miss kittin never spat.