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Ssion, Bent
Dovecote Records, Sept. 18

09/27/12



Lady Gaga calls guys like this “my little monsters,” edgy gay freak-scene guys whose unpredictability and rebelliousness exceed their talent pretty much every time. New York filmmaker/synth-dude Cody Critcheloe is from Kansas City, but only in the manner Chris Crocker (the “leave Britney alone!” kid) is rooted in Tennessee; he grew up listening to Madonna records given to him by his dad, and delighted in blasting that stuff whenever the high school jocks were trapped in his truck. He’s a mini-celeb now, just starting a tour (which, so far, has no planned stop in New England at all) to promote this LP, which has been anointed as “Good” by Fader, Paper, and… well, the Huffington Post. There are some Good things here, yes, but mind you, you’re reading the words of a man who suffered through about 9,000 albums from Compost and all those labels during the mid-Aughts, and I’m just not crazy about this kind of thing. Actually, I had a big brimming bucket of hate I was going to dump on this album, but a second listen did uncover some quasi-David Essex drug-house-chill among all the barely rapped Deadmau5-vs.-Madonna-vs.-Prince stuff, so, although there’s way the hell too much disposable David Guetta garbage on here, you’ll be able to survive it if not honestly dig it. In 10 years, stuff like this (and Chromeo and Fischerspooner and so on) will just be a bad memory, but charity demands I note that sample-rock is in its prepubescent stage right now — try to hang tight. B- — Eric W. Saeger





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