The background: One of last week's excellent, promising new bands was a duo from Manchester called Hurts who, we decided, lived in a world where it was permanently , so attuned were they to that era's noirish synth-pop sensibility. But there was another kind of electronic pop music prevalent around that time — or rather, electro-pop music: electro for short. Arthur Baker was in many ways the man of the hour, because not only did he produce white "rock" bands like New Order, he also changed the face of black dance music with his productions for Afrika Bambaataa such as Planet Rock, which broadly and figuratively speaking reimagined James Brown as leader not of the JBs but of Kraftwerk. Sonically, LMFAO are steeped in that Baker-shaped universe, what with all the bleeps and fizzes that pan across the stereo range from speaker to speaker, the popping synth patterns and quaking basslines that sound like androids from Dusseldorf playing Get Up I Feel Like Being a Sex Machine. But that's only half the story. The other half is that they're kind of a comedy rap duo. They are by turns innuendo-laden and explicit references to the size of their penises as well as a variety of sexual acts throughout their debut album, Party Rock. So they're hardly serious, in the "grand" tradition of early Beastie Boys, where you were left wondering whether they were being playful or plain boorish: pseudo-crunk smash I'm in Miami Bitch is meant to be a satirical account of their experience at the Miami Winter Music Conference, but you'd hardly know. Still, you've got to take them a bit seriously — they've had a bazillion hits on their MySpace, one or other of them is apparently the grandson of Motown founder Berry Gordy, and guest artists on their Will. They play the nerd card and dress like double doofuses, they sample Survivor's Eye of the Tiger one minute and play it straight the next — La La La features a Pet Shop Boys-style lovely chord sequence — and really we have no idea what to make of them, or how to respond, whether to laugh our asses off at the brilliant bouncy basslines or cry at the banality of the message, such as it is.
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