I don't usually write à la M. Vachon. I write (a little bit) at tooliteral.wordpress.com
What is impressive in "Friday" is the pseudo-atonality achieved by the low quality autotune. Like any of Schoenberg's dodecaphonic music (cf. Erwartung), it makes us feel uncomfortable. Trapped behind this veil of eery sound, Rebecca Black draws attention to her unfulfilled desire. The author calls this "cheap simulation;" I would call it "dissimulation."