…followed by the exact opposite of a palate cleanser.
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John Seroff: A list of the target audience for “Superbad”: drive time morning DJs, Judd Apatow and/or Apatow alumnus, MLB/NHL/NBA/NFL/FIFA/NASCAR/NCAA marketing departments, the cast (and music directors) of 98% of reality shows, people who play DJ Hero “seriously”, eight year old boys, anyone who liked Crazy Frog but felt it was a bit too facile, anyone who likes Teddybears but finds them too cerebral, the members of Das Racist.
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Katherine St Asaph: Flux Pavilion and Doctor P found an old hard drive left in a box at Flux’s new flat. They saved one directory from the drive before grinding it up for dubstep sounds: the long-lost alternate soundtrack to Bad Dudes.
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Alfred Soto: The drums, sax, and wailed chorus are loud enough that the electronic screeches sound like a redundant embellishment. On second listen the track is an embellishment looking for a context, any context.
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Iain Mew: This yells and roars and honks in a particularly non-stop way, never pausing or allowing any softness in. Yet it doesn’t actually yell or roar or honk all that dramatically and there are no dramatic musical high points either — just one long drawn out, barely varying idea. Which makes it rather annoying.
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Brad Shoup: Sounds exactly like your local funk band stalling while the lead guitarist tunes. If they ever ditch the ladies and give us the basso coyno stringing us along for four minutes, double my score.
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Michaela Drapes: Well, I suppose if we simply must suffer through the latest iteration of blaxploitation-flavored faux-retro theme tunes seasoned with the latest dancefloor gimmickry, I guess this is okay. It wasn’t terrible or anything — but also, nothing special. This is me shrugging my shoulders, right?
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Doug Robertson: While we all have ambitions in life, creating music that would slot seamlessly onto a Best 70s Cop Show Incidental Music… Ever! Abum hardly seems like one that you should put a huge amount of effort into actually pursuing. It’s almost interesting – almost – but it’s so weighed down by the concrete shoes of its defining conceit that allowing it to sink without trace is a blessing.
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Alex Ostroff: This is the funkiest plateau ever. Actually, this probably isn’t even the funkiest plateau ever.
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