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The Science Fiction Idols |
 This album is like what would happen if you shaved some DNA off of
Ziggy
Stardust and mixed it with a little of Green Lantern’s, and maybe one of
those glow-in-the-dark jellyfish, and then you left that sticky goop to
fester in a
lab where they pumped solo Johnny Thunders, Cheap Trick, and
Generation X
records over the intercom 24 hours a day, for EXACTLY 21 and a half years.
If you did (and why wouldn’t you?), the Science Fiction Idols are what
would crawl right out of that daylgo muck. I’m not saying that’s what
happened here, but it’s possible. The other theory is that
SF Idols are
long-time Pittsburgh glam-champs, with lots of ex’s under their sequined
belts (Trash Vegas, Ultimatics, Child of Fire, etc), who’ve banded
together because of an undying devotion to T Rex, silver pants, old
Sweet
singles, designer drugs, and loose chicks who wear too much lipstick, on
purpose. Either way, the result is the same- an album loaded to the
silicone tits with utterly fuckin’ GREAT glitter-pop hits. Seriously, I
haven’t heard choruses this catchy, or glam-slam cock rock guitars this
sugar-sweetened, since the Erotics, or maybe American Heartbreak.
The tinkling
piano keys and dandified vocal harmonies only add to the classic 70’s Superglam vibe. These fuckers are like the London Quireboys
from outer
space, or somethin’. Saucy opener “I Love Your Mouth” is the most
immediate pick-to-click, 3 minutes of handclaps, a neon-colored Dolls
riff, and a chorus straight out of the ’72 Bolan hit machine. And if
that’s not enough, it’s also got the following line: “Even your
orthodontist thinks you’re the gonest”. I could sit here all day, I
couldn’t come up with a line that brilliantly ridiculous. And there’s a
whole ALBUM’s worth of this stuff here, man. Some of it stomps around
drunkenly like Gary Glitter, some of it gets all pop-psychedelic, like
Celebrity Skin or Redd Kross, and some of it’s even got a fuckin’ horn
section. But it’s all as catchy as the kissin’ disease, and as
irresistible as candy-coated bubble-glam is supposed to be. I hope you
know a good dentist, cuz the SF Idols are gonna rot yr teeth right out of
your grinning skull. This one is pure solid gold easy action, baby.Listen: I Love Your Mouth (live) ____________________________________________________ |
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-Sleazegrinder |