A tight, clean little indie-funk outfit. Falsettos and lilywhite soul croons rub shoulders with layered Stevie Wonder pure production. Musically, they pull it off.
But the tone, the swagger, the heart and soul of funk and soul, it's all wrong.
It's a fun record, but in a goofy kind of Spongebath whitewashy, winky kind of way, till it becomes novelty. Christmas in LA, the Funky Duck who "gave the first TED talk", basketball as love metaphors stretched to breaking - I can't get with it. If you're gonna lead the people in the club to a higher place, you gotta convince them you know where you're going - these guys seem like they're just fooling around 3/5
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