Boy does this lean hard on Electric Warrior, going for that glammy hyperspace hypnosis. It's peppered with upbeat glamrock swings, shades of Bryan Scary, Spacehog circa Chinese Album, Supergrass at their most laconic - but its heart is out past the clouds with Cosmic Dancer.
Each song's a one-groove move, and the album's make or break on those grooves. After a shaky start (Sugar Assault Me Now seems to think it's central pun is cleverer than it is) . . . Levi finds his footing. Crying Chic swirls you up right good, and while a couple tracks (Dollar Bill Rock, Flirting) get stretched thin, the backing four fill in your mind on the way out.
Uneven, derivative, but at least it's deriving from the right spot. While most of the 00's revival went for big tacky riffs, this was one of the few modern glam albums that drew from the slinkier, sleepier secret soul of the sound, and it's much more enchanting for it 3.5/5
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