MooGALM21

You don't get it, guys. This is, like, ironic. A joke. Satire. She's making art, but like, cool-girl, side-eye, unserious art. She's literally only messing. It's all a laugh. Her tongue? In her cheek, because again, she's not serious.

This is, like, a daring, semi-edgy statement with some of the most boring indie-rock plastic-riffs you've ever heard in your life with some stutter thrown in, but have you like, realised that I'm smart enough to get that this is ... read more

this, to me, sounds like the one album that would convince dennis prager or jack chick that rap isn't crap.

beyond that, all i can really say is that it breaks my heart to hear all the life drained from this woman. not only is this a wanky "god is good god is great" record, but it is also clearly an "album i had to make because i guess i should" type deal.

at least kanye *wanted* to make whatever he was making.

In a nutshell, this is why I can't get behind Katseye. They're like a fictional girl-group in some late noughties teen sitcom - it's all presentation and image, with all semblance of lyrical or musical quality stripped out or chemically suppressed.

This is all they seem to be, and all they seem to do. Like many before them, their existence as a music group is secondary to the plastic visuals and tatty merchandising. An unblinking shell, the purpose of which is to occasionally ... read more

this is energised, unashamed, messy, sleazy club-land for the gays who don't (or can't; there's something essentially teenaged about this record) go to the clubs, for the most part powered by strong singles.

it is, for the most part, perfectly serviceable. an earth-shatterer, it is not - indeed, i found this noticeably inferior versus the more precise, glossy, pseudo-trampy "starfucker", whose shine came from the sense that it felt assured enough to not try too ... read more