Get Out The Tomatoes

Just saw the group Las Ketchup on the Caroline Rhea show (is she the one who's taking over from Rosie or something?). I'd never heard of this "group" before, but apparently their "Macarena-style" hit "Asereje" has swept the Spanish-speaking world this past summer, and is poised to infiltrate North America.

Or has it already? Was the show a re-run? If so, it's passed me by, thankfully. That's just what we needóanother lame-ass dance trend to make wedding receptions and dance clubs even more hellish.

For what's it's worth, this song/dance looks even lamer than the Macarena. Even compared to other dance trends, it reeks of pre-fab. On the Rhea show, the three comely, young ladies in the groupósisters from Cordoba, Spainówere shadowed by three more female back-up singers standing just a few feet behind them. Hmmm, wonder who's carrying the ball there? It was pretty obvious the trio of figure/heads needed the vocal bolstering. I mean, really, if three vocalists can't project enough singing power on their own, then maybe they'd better find another line of work.

At least Chubby Checkerónotwithstanding his screwball demands for inclusion in the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame for milking one song for 40 yearsócould actually sing.

BTW, here's the deal on the name: The sisters are the daughters of a famous flamenco guitarist named Tomate. Get it? I'm hoping this is one dance trend that gets squished before it lands here.

And besides, isn't Latin music's 15 minutes up by now? I mean, I don't mind Latin music, per se, (heh), but I find after three or four songs the rhythm gets boring.

NEXT!