“Jean-Ralphio! Dance up on me!”…
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Anthony Easton: A waste of good champagne, which should be drank, instead of being used to spray women in clubs — women who I doubt these couples could get wet with a garden hose and instructions on the spigot.
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Jake Cleland: There is nothing I don’t like about LMFAO. Okay, maybe the way they pop champagne bottles is gratuitously masturbatory (tautology) but everything else is FUN MAXIMUM. Being from Melbourne makes me naturally a sucker for anybody perpetuating the shuffle, and how can you not love an homage to the best heist/vampire movie ever? This is at least as good a song as “Party Rock Anthem”, if not quite as good an allegory, so the most noteworthy thing is how anti-drugs LMFAO seem to be. Shots are fine, obviously, but in both of their latest videos they make a point of saying they don’t smoke. I think I get it. When I smoke I’m more interested in the nearest couch and when you live in a world as perilous as LMFAO seem to, you can’t afford to be caught napping in the club.
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Brad Shoup: LMFAO even lack the courage to be dumb. Dilettantes with fall-back options, the relatives of Gordy have chosen an automatic, boring stomp every time out. Natalia Kills is nominally featured, but you’d think they have her cooling in the ice chest. I shudder to imagine clubgoers turning corks and champagne into the new foam. Good thing I’ve got eyeglasses.
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Katherine St Asaph: Redfoo and SkyBlu have made it their mission to destroy (grand)father Berry Gordy’s legacy. How very punk rock, almost as much as the proceedings aren’t.
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Hazel Robinson: This is the sound of the worst fucking party ever. It’s too loud, you don’t know anyone and some bitch is making a scene; as you get through the door you know that there is no way that this night can end well — there’s too much fascination with the concept of partying as portrayed on shit TV programs to have any fun. It makes me angry how fucking awful this party is — by the end of the song I’ve drunk half a bottle of vodka, thrown up on the stairs and gone to cry in the garden. If you like that then you’ll love this, I guess.
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Ian Mathers: LMFAO, when the Black Eyed Peas went on hiatus, it wasn’t an invitation. The fact that the spoken bits sound weirdly like Drake isn’t helping things.
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Alfred Soto: Let me hear no bitching about the Black Eyed Peas again.
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Jonathan Bogart: This joke stopped being funny some time ago.
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Michaela Drapes: Trashing this would be too easy. The fact of the matter is that the unrelenting, slamming beat, Natalia Kills’ distorted chipmunk cameo and nonsensical party-hearty lyrics all add up neatly, delivering a brutally effective floor filler engineered to get dangerously large crowds of drunk people to bounce in unison while the big spenders in the VIP section shamelessly waste magnums of champagne dousing all and sundry with the old shake-n-spray method. Or, well, that’s what it sounds like to me, anyway…
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Zach Lyon: Oh, wow… that was quick. I actually enjoy the hell out of “Party Rock Anthem” more than “Champagne Showers,” now, but this has me interested in the album. My preexisting issue is that LMFAO don’t seem to do anything new aesthetically and all of their parts seem borrowed. But it’s the structure that gets me, or the lack of adherence to pop structure and the devotion to, I guess, “club” structure. There’s the genuine feeling that you don’t know what’s going to come next because it shifts so quickly from section to section. And even after I listen enough to know what’s coming, I still keep it on, knowing that I’ll never be too bored, that the next indulgence might be better. Sort of glad they’re opening for Ke$ha, really.
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