By Rob van Alstyne
By Zach McCormick
By Emily Eveland
By Jack Spencer
By Michael Madden
By Reed Fischer
By Emily Weiss
By Emily Weiss
What does this sensuous bit of pitch-shifting, androgynous IDM have to do with its namesake? As far as I can tell, not a damned thing.
Felipe—who appears to be way better at drumming than any other musical endeavor—goes the Valium-coma luau route here, making this the only No Fun Demo track I can sit through without grinding my teeth into powder. Oh, that blasted Ariel Pink: well on his way to sliming indie-rock for a new generation.
This, I suppose, is their "Kokomo." Does growing up mean having no sustainable career path and re-inventing your long-forgotten boy band as an acronym? I don't know. These dudes are in a bind: Lyrics like "Do you remember?/I'll never forget/Touching your body, all soaking wet/The bottle was cool, the feeling was hot/Kissin' on ya while the ocean rocked" are a tad too risqué for the Cheetah Girls set yet too puerile/escapist for stressed-out moms who begged their 'rents for NKOTB tickets way back when "The Right Stuff" was the pre-90210 middle-school jam.
Were it not for Mylene Pires's bewitching vocal presence, Telepathique would be the go-to techno/house/whatever alternative for directors shooting those expository spy-flick nightclub scenes where something dangerous is about to happen; you know, the dancers are writhing and bathed in red light and someone's being chased through the crowd or whatever. I feel like an ass when I say stuff like this, but it's true.
"The Grown Up"
Jacking a bunch of Seinfeld sound bites to pad your underground mixtape is a neat way to draw attention, but what good is it if they overshadow your sub-par (substandard at best) rhyming skills?