Yeah is about a trio of galaxy-beating female pop stars, based closely on the Spice Girls. You almost start to feel sorry for him. Hence, he is able to include some genuine oddities next to more obvious choices. At least you can begin to understand, however, why his drawings are so schizophrenic, warped, and unpredictable. Forget pop music for a moment.
All culture is ephemeral, throwaway.
Anything else is both distasteful and redundant. One could say the same for his own writing. Check his CD's juxtaposition of the classical next to the filmic next to the sentimental. Oh, please . And only a true wanker could like Diamanda Galas' perfectly pitched screeching.