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Skeletal Lamping Polyvinyl Records |
Kevin Barnes said that this album was going to be all over the place, musically. And it is. Deviating from traditional verse/chorus pop, the songs transform over and over again as they run their course, and the album covers a stretch of genres. Dance pop, indie rock, surf rock, soul, funk, disco—the influences are vast and wonderful, comrades. The lyrics are brilliant, hyperbolic and dramatic. Example: “I’m so sick of sucking the dick of this cruel, cruel city/I’ve got what it takes to please a woman, but that’s all gonna change” or maybe “He’s just a slutty, little flirt and sister, he’s only going to hurt you/Ladies, I’m screaming out to you from the depths of this phallocentric tyranny.” It’s got all the hypersex and neon of Midnight Vultures, especially thanks to Kevin Barnes’ alter ego, Georgie Fruit, whose aristocratic (and maybe I mean Prince-like) falsetto cuts profanely through it all, but it’s still decidedly of Montreal and you shouldn’t be disappointed in it, Barnes fans—you should just dance.
—Juliet Bennet Rylah
