What We Call Sexy
What We Call Sexy is yet another pre-apocalyptic rock extravaganza from Super Duper. These spies from the future have arrived in our times, not to give us advice about how to avert the End Times - in fact, nothing can save us from our wasteful ways - but to tell us how best to spend our last days. Let's just say you should call your caterer now. (etc....) In "Shine On 'til the Shine Comes Off," the opening track, we're telling you that shoe- and navel-gazing isn't going to change anything. All hail the final blaze of glory for face-melting cock rock! Bring it!!! In "Who Are These People," a funky backbeat underscores the adventures of a high-fiving, uninvited party guest. The downtrodden and the interlopers will be welcome at the Party at the End of the World, so you may as well get used to them at yours. In "Puppet Government," themes of childhood fascination with fascism, quickly turning into actual fascism, are explored over biergarten waltzes and sixties doo-wop grooves. Remember, just because you know where your kids are doesn't mean they're not up to no good. In "Oaxaca," we're jettisoned from our domestic troubles and daily concerns, taking to the high seas for adventure with pirates and jingoistic ignorance. "Up to My Elbows" returns to the cock-rock theme of sexual availability-which is not to say emotional availability-telegraphed by gristle-laced riffs, shouted-out refrains, blaring bari sax, and a willingness to get our hands dirty. Finally, on "This Jam is F*cking Awesome," a parade of absurdities closes out the album in a wash of stinging synth and guitar riffs, floor-pounding beats, and epic battles between species. It was the best of times...it was the end of times.