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The album is a real mixed bag. Oddly and unusually, the first track 'Remember Forever' is easily the worst song on there: I've tried to shelve my prejudices and enjoy the "shadooby!" bits but let's be frank, it's rubbish retro rock with a half-arsed tune and it sounds like Jet.
Fortunately 'Fever' and 'The Pink G.R.EASE' are superb and I don't regret buying the album. I'm also really feeling 'Superfool' despite the Confessions Of... noises it ends with. That one has enough awesome moments in it to justify my love: the increasingly impassioned falsetto, "drums, drums... synthesiser!", the "yeah, I wanna go crazy" coda.
'Party Live', however, opens up a whole new can of worms. "Hard sippin' niggers wanna party live..." Um, excuse me? The members of Pink Grease are all white, aren't they? I know they play around with different types of slang, and maybe my attitude is inconsistent, but I'm not entirely comfortable with it... It just seems like a knowing, 'playful' transgression too far. |
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