Last night, Sharon and Kelly Osbourne visited Piers Morgan Tonight to discuss their current projects. (WATCH)

Things started to get interesting when Piers decided to question Kelly–currently the face of Madonna’s daughter Lourdes‘ fashion line, Material Girl–about Madonna’s parenting skills, suggesting that she was a bad mother for allowing Lourdes to be a public figure.

“You just don’t like her, so stop!” Kelly coolly dismissed Morgan after he accused Madonna of “making” Lourdes a celebrity. “Lourdes is one of the most polite…well-rounded girls I’ve ever met in my life.”

Osbourne/Ciccone 1, Morgan 0.

As a pop nerd (and Britney Spears‘ number one fan), I don’t believe in the term ‘guilty pleasure.’ If a song is good, it’s good. I’m not the same, I have no shame…I’m on fire, etc. etc. (Get it? It’s a reference.)

I say this because, of all the artists and ‘artists’ I write about, Jeffree Star is probably the closest thing to being my guilty pleasure.

When I first found his album lying in my mailbox over the summer, I was briefly overcome with a wave of nostalgia. Memories flooded in from the glory days of MySpace: It was a better time–a time when the self-portrait in the bathroom mirror was just being perfected by teens worldwide, when DIY-pop stars like Lily Allen were born, and a time where Tila Tequila was not yet introduced to Twitter.

But it was also the time of Jeffree Star, the outrageous ex-makeup artist of Kelly Osbourne and Paris Hilton/drag queen who, for better or worse, kept me tickled with his bitchy cold gone sugary sweet ‘ice cream and razorblades’ persona. A queen with a king-size ego, Star was a memorable e-fixture during my awkward adolescence.

As I came to learn later last year after a few initial spins, Star’s debut album Beauty Killer is genuinely good fun: From the namedropping lunacy of “Bitch, Please!” (“Make my bottle pop like a Pussycat Doll / Smoked up Michael Phelps and won a gold medal”), to the fairly unsettling lollipop-licking instructional “Lollipop Luxury” featuring Nicki Minaj (!!!), to the dare-I-say-it actual goodness of the title track’s luscious, breathy chorus.

Now, it seems as though Star is truly rolling out the album’s promotion, having just released the video for “Get Away With Murder.”

The professional-ish look and feel of the video impressed me from the get-go, especially given that–from the looks of it–the video was shot on location at some scuzzy motel. There’s some cheerleader-inspired drag choreography, some glam shots and super-split legs, and even a glittery chainsaw! Like the starring ladyboy himself, the video is brash and sloppy in moments (though if you gather a gaggle of heaving boys atop each other, that sort of thing tends to happen), but not without its own kitschy, campy appeal.

Alright, look…let’s get it straight: Yes, this is just another addition to the continually downgrading, endlessly narcissistic trend in pop music and culture that revels in material lust, mindless trash and empty emotions, which will inevitably lead us all spiraling down to the gates of Hell. But you know what? It’s kind of fun to seat-dance to in the car.

So go on Jeffree, and wave your freak flag high–I salute you.

Beauty Killer is now on iTunes.

I had heard rumblings of some indie film spot that Sophie Ellis-Bextor had been involved in a few weeks ago. Turns out, the rumors were true…Quite unfortunately. In association with MySpace and M.A.C. Cosmetics, the story line (from what I’ve gathered on the official website, not my actual understanding) is that of a tragic pig-man that wreaks havoc on a town at night, kidnapping women for their precious high heeled shoes. Yep.

Perhaps I’m missing the genius here, or maybe I’m not cool enough to “get” it, but I’m fairly secure in my belief that this among one of the worst things I’ve seen all week. It ruined my night. And yes, I’m including the latest Heidi Montag video in my sentiments. Seriously…this is some truly pitiful stuff! The acting is sub-par, the plot absolutely nonsensical. I get the idea of bad movies being bad for the sake of being so, but this just goes above and beyond. It’s more than Reefer Madness remake bad. It’s worse! This is like a B-grade rip off of a John Waters reinterpretation of The Forbidden Zone. Absolutely abysmal, lacking in hilarity and entertainment in its entirety.

Click above to watch “The Town That Boars Me,” a short film by Ben Charles features Kelly Osbourne, Sadie Frost, Sophie Ellis-Bextor, Natt Weller, Jodie Harsh, Zandra Rhodes, Andrew Logan and Dee C Lee.

I defy you not to lose interest halfway through. Bextor looked nice, though.

In a word, haunting. Instilling unconventional vocals along with distorted ’80′s power synth sounds, Zeigeist just may be the new “it” group to lead their proudly pop-happy country to the top of the pop charts yet again. Chock full of unforgettable riffs and crisp electro noises from the year 2010, the band’s album The Jade Machine is one long breath of Swedish electro bliss. Though many of the songs featured are undeniably similar to the output of fellow Swedes The Knife (“Dawn Night” is essentially “We Share Our Mother’s Health”), the album retains an originality of its own within its more mainstream, digestable pop-electro sound. Sure, that’s not always a better thing, but it certainly works for them.

There’s even a hint of Goldfrapp hidden beneath the fragmented synthesizer, especially within “The Lake.” “Wrecked Metal” might as well have come directly from the Depeche Mode back catalog, bouncing along with the original synth-band’s familiar air of hopelessness, darkness, and pure sex. “Cuffs” is uncomfortably similar to Kelly Osbourne‘s genius pop-noir hit, “One Word,” but I’ll consider it a posthumous nod to the original. (No, she’s not dead, but that career sure is.) I’m even getting some waves of The Presets every now and then while listening. This is an incredibly promising, incredibly exciting release, and I highly encourage you to check out their MySpace now and order the album. Make sure you check out their pictures as well. I don’t know if they’re promotional or actual lives, but the visuals of their performances seem epic.

It’s quite difficult to track down a proper live, so enjoy this thirty second clip. I’ve no idea what’s happening here (there looks to be some triangle lights, a giant dancing space creature, and Liza Minelli) but it appears they make for a rather good show.