ROXYDOLLS
Sex Sex Sex www.roxydolls.net ________________________________________________________
As absolutely
everything about the Roxydolls would suggest, they are a Japanese
superglam band, heavily influenced by the New York Dolls and all the
processed Sunset Strip cheese that followed in their glittery wake. So
don’t expect any wild new ideas here. However, the Roxydolls score big
rock n’ roll points on the teeth-ruining sugar and the gooey, chewy hooks
in their deliriously poppy music. Hell, these are more like lollipops than
songs, and the saccharine almost completely over-shadows the risible
phonetic Engrish. Listen, I know it ain’t polite, goofing on folks’
accents (well, unless they’re British, maybe), but it’s kinda difficult
not to at least mention the marble-mouth of Yugi “Chelsea” Matsumo
when
you’re spending half the song going, “What’d he just say? ‘Left hand WHAT,
now?” (It’s “Red Hot Love”, by the way) or pondering the meaning of “Hooey
gooey the monkey screamed” in “Angel No. 1” (actually, I think that one
might be in Japanese. It almost has to be, really). Chelsea switches from
English to his mother tongue as often as he does his feather boas, which
makes for some seriously dizzy listening. But that's besides the point,
really. “Sex Sex Sex” is kinda like a
big party, with hot chicks and balloons and free drugs and a big jukebox
full of Kiss and American Heartbreak records, and everything is so loud
and chaotic that nothing makes any real sense, but you’re loopy and happy
and you’ve got a hard-on, so you don’t care. So, if you’re up for a cotton
candy flavored blast of cartoon sleaze – and you ought to be, it’s
summertime – than the Roxydolls are gonna lock and loll you all night
long.
As absolutely
everything about the Roxydolls would suggest, they are a Japanese
superglam band, heavily influenced by the New York Dolls and all the
processed Sunset Strip cheese that followed in their glittery wake. So
don’t expect any wild new ideas here. However, the Roxydolls score big
rock n’ roll points on the teeth-ruining sugar and the gooey, chewy hooks
in their deliriously poppy music. Hell, these are more like lollipops than
songs, and the saccharine almost completely over-shadows the risible
phonetic Engrish. Listen, I know it ain’t polite, goofing on folks’
accents (well, unless they’re British, maybe), but it’s kinda difficult
not to at least mention the marble-mouth of Yugi “Chelsea” Matsumo
when
you’re spending half the song going, “What’d he just say? ‘Left hand WHAT,
now?” (It’s “Red Hot Love”, by the way) or pondering the meaning of “Hooey
gooey the monkey screamed” in “Angel No. 1” (actually, I think that one
might be in Japanese. It almost has to be, really). Chelsea switches from
English to his mother tongue as often as he does his feather boas, which
makes for some seriously dizzy listening. But that's besides the point,
really. “Sex Sex Sex” is kinda like a
big party, with hot chicks and balloons and free drugs and a big jukebox
full of Kiss and American Heartbreak records, and everything is so loud
and chaotic that nothing makes any real sense, but you’re loopy and happy
and you’ve got a hard-on, so you don’t care. So, if you’re up for a cotton
candy flavored blast of cartoon sleaze – and you ought to be, it’s
summertime – than the Roxydolls are gonna lock and loll you all night
long.