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| 4.5 superb | cjbizzlebizzle | August 6th 19 |
Glittering over the top pop insanity. Thumping and oozing with energy from beginning to end, Sir Babygirl wastes not a second on 'Crush on Me'. If you wanna dance, play Crush on Me. If you wanna cheer up from a shitty day, play Crush on Me. If you wanna wake up after the 10000th new atmo-black metal release that kind of sounds the same as the first 9999 but still has some redeeming qualities, play Crush on Me. Crush on Me is an upper. Crush on me is a downer. Everything great needs balance and Sir Babygirl balances nervous, playful lyricism with electro/synthpop that will make you rise like Nosferatu and move your dead limbs in ways you never knew you could. It is hard to remember an album that is more fun and playful. Beyond this ball of infectious energy, the vocals are vibrant, in-your-face and chock full of melodies that will stick in your head for weeks. The production does well to balance synth drums with guitars and SBG's booming voice and all of the little screams, beeps and subtle noises strewn about. On top of all of this is the plethora of hooks that you will sing out forever and the storytelling lyrics that are filled with great metaphors and interesting scenarios. Will probably be a bit over the top for some folks but the brightness and sheer fun had on this album is an unstoppable force that cures grumpiness. Shorter is sometimes better and SBG wastes hardly a second on this 26 minute masterpiece.
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| 4.5 superb | TheManMachine | May 31st 19 |
Kelsie Hogue's background as hardcore singer and drama student seem collectively imperative to this perfectly preposterous alt-pop phenom -- the piercing punch and musical-esque madness own it. Sangin' unadulterated and forever shocking, hooks+quirks so ecstatic and unparalleled you'd have to be soulless to hate em, vibrancy seemingly stemming from an intravenous thousand volts. Brief reprises help give this EP a rounded flow and much needed calm-downs, and the highs are immediate and humongous: "Heels", "Flirting With Her", "Cheerleader", and "Haunted House" make for one of finest chunks of fire pop in recent memory. Each irresistible not just for their infectiousness and numerous omg components, but for the themes behind em: the flirtation zipping from zeal to real obsession with basic texts leading to horror screams ontop of anxious chatter, the chipper cheerleader chants support for sultry bathroom stall secrets and ruined reputations, the haunted house a house party in which friends are fleeting and drowning in detachment is inescapable and everyone's "20 shots under the sea", "Heels" all tears-n-knives in the dark and the sass of acquiring a new hairdo. By the end she's a non-smoker who smokes too much that manages to muster an alt-rock/big chorus payoff vibe well beyond her years and has this to say about her crush on, yep, herself: "Ummm, we're just gonna ride this one out, we're just gonna see where it takes us." And so we shall.
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| 1.5 very poor | doofy | December 24th 19 |
| 4.0 excellent | peahat | December 13th 19 |
| 4.0 excellent | ghworin | March 21st 19 |
| 3.5 great | Skoop | February 22nd 19 |
| 4.0 excellent | bharry | February 17th 19 |
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