An album of razor-edge funk and electro R&B, full of clipped beats, synth stabs, and popping bass, Dirty Mind is a glistening machine built for sex. The sex is vocal of course, as Prince smashes into every taboo touchstone in sight. You get the distinct impression that Prince just does not give a fuck and that he also gives a fuck very, very much; a slinky hedonist with an insatiable desire and a fragile heart. The sex is in the music too though. It bounces with offset carnality, fleshy taffy pullers set to song.
It's all actually a lot of fun, most of the raunch reading camp by 2014, but with teeth that catch, like when Prince complains that his cheating lover "didn't have the decency to change the sheets". It'd be a good soundtrack for the right kind of party.
The fly in the ointment is Prince's reedy, taut falsetto, which buzzes and cracks unabated for the full half hour. If that's the kind of thing that gives you a headache, this might be a non-starter. But maybe you're into it. Or maybe you're not, but you're into flies in ointments. Whatever you're into, you know that Prince is into it too; maybe that's what makes this album such a fun date 4/5
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