Review Summary: High on calories, low on substance
Jeffree Star needs no introduction; being the owner of a popular make-up brand, an extensive fashion line, and a notorious reputation for having frequent clashes with incredibly well known celebrities. Along with numerous other escapades, these have all served as the calling card of 31-year old Jeffrey Lynn Steininger. Knowing all this about him, it also serves to note that none of his now relatively impressive commercial empire would exist without his original Myspace mixtapes. So how do the songs that catapulted him into the limelight fare? Well, go find a three-week old Albertsons cupcake in a back-alley dumpster and tell me how your stomach feels after that.
Jeffree doesn’t “sing” on any of this, he’s just talking. Look past the blatant hyper-pitch correction, and rhythmic overkill auto-tune, and it’s made completely clear that there’s no actual singing or even vocalization effort going into this. One vocal tone is maintained throughout the entire EP bar two moments where he attempts to reach into a higher register, only to not be able to achieve successful results even with studio magic. It’s not even the fun auto-tune like T-Pain where you can get shitfaced and enjoy a great night with your mates, this auto-tune is the kinda shitfaced where you go up to a girl you’ve been crushin’ on the entire party and ask her if she wants to be your pussy cat and go get
friskies in your friend’s bedroom, only to have her mace you and leave the party. The lyricism consistently is just this;
Ahhh, do I make you wet?
It's all about the C.U.N.T.
I wanna hear you say: "Love my pink knife."
You wish you had a slice of me...
I'm a celebritease.
- Lollipop Luxury (Ft. Nicki Minaj)
Oh yeah, Nicki Minaj shows up for some fuckin’ reason to literally do nothing, and somehow is still the best thing about this EP.
The instrumentals basically are what happens when you’re trying to teach your 12 year old brother how to use Fruity Loops and he figures how to make a basic drum beat with built in stock synths, and he feels like he could be the next Skrillex. There’s little to no variation; once you’ve heard ten seconds of a melody, you’ve heard it for the rest of the song. There’s not even any particular influences in the sounds themselves, it’s literally stock sounds. Let’s not forget that even while utilizing stock sounds, the EP’s volume levels somehow still manage to clip from being mixed too high. It actually hurts if you have the volume too loud.
Jeffree Star’s music career isn’t even enjoyable sugary sweetness like some of the other scene artists of the time, it’s dull, moldy, and does the same thing to your stomach that forgetting that your birthday cake was in the fridge for two months did to you.
