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January 16, 2009 at 05:00 AM EST

Music video roundup

The Christmas tree is withering on the curb, the glitter-macramé snowmen are back in the attic, and January, thrillingly designated National Oatmeal Month, is off to a sputtering, gray-brown start (though Measure Your Feet Day, on the 23rd, could admittedly get a little wild). But hark, what have we here? New videos! Sparkly, expensive, sometimes terribly misguided…but oh, bless them all — and YouTube — for being.

Katy Perry, ”Thinking of You”
The Concept
WWII Katy, in just-go-ahead-and-paint-me-on-the-nose-of-a-fighter-plane Varga Girl getups, dreams of soldier-boy love (Kyle XY‘s Matt Dallas) while making do with second-best man-substitute.
The Execution
Very Gwen Stefani ”Cool,” with a touch of tight-budget-itis (those European battlefields look suspiciously like the San Fernando Valley). B

Leona Lewis, ”Run”
The Concept
Silver-voiced Brit with really nice hair wanders through dry-iced nature, runs in slo-mo, searches for redemption through melisma.
The Execution
A little too Mists-of-Avalon-in-a-bustier (what, no unicorn?). And the director won’t let her sing ”light up, light up” without making poor Leona fall to her knees for a numbingly literal pop-star benediction from the brilliant sun. C

Little Joy, ”No One’s Better Sake”
The Concept
Vintage K-tel commercial as visual complement to laconic, calypso-tinged garage rock from Strokes drummer Fabrizio Moretti’s new L.A. band.
The Execution
Droll (if slight) lo-fi charm. Bonus points for eagle eyes who spot hirsute hep kids Devendra Banhart and Strokes guitarist Nick Valensi. B+

Keri Hilson featuring Lil Wayne, ”Turnin Me On”
The Concept
Crisp black-and-white set pieces, Technicolor sexy people, and liquid choreography — a sort of small-scale sequel to Justin Timberlake’s ”My Love” clip.
The Execution
Light, cool, street-sweet; just the kind of video we’ve been waiting for the very capable Hilson to give us. A-

The Fray, ”You Found Me”
The Concept
Piano-pop foursome moonlight as Angels of Death in lonely, largely nocturnal Chicago, lingering on windy rooftops in popped-collar peacoats as some sort of tragic pedestrian accident unfolds below.
The Execution
Nothing mindblowingly original, but we are intrigued by singer Isaac Slade’s starter mustache. B

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