They’re poppy without being derivative, literate without being pretentious, Jarvis Cocker has that sexy-nerd thing happening like no British musician in years.
The lyrics are funny, hip, irreverent, and really the only kind of lines that could be delivered with any credulity, given lead vocalist’s limited range.
A big, stoned, Sunday afternoon of an album which inserts an eggbeater into the brains of the blues, cranks the handle, and serves it with a side of ‘shrooms.
If you didn’t know El Duce usta be in the Mentors, you’ve probably also never heard of a guy named GG Allin, and therefore you have a lot of catching up to do.
Version 2.0 is almost the antithesis of Garbage’s debut, where the vocals and lyrics occasionally seemed to be there only to thread the noises together.