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The steamy sax action and rattling, echoing guitar-funk has all of the original's overwhelming urgency, and then some, thanks to co-yelps from Jack White. "Synthesizer", the aforementioned techno-serenade, closes the album immediately afterward on an equally positive note the loopy, whistling synth tropes are at least a decent counter to the time they spend mining hair-metal elsewhere.Īnd yes, "Danger! High Voltage", the surprise British dance hit of '02, is reprised wonderfully, forming the only truly illuminating cut to be found on Fire. Title aside, it's the band's most serious moment, and proves to be a fairly even blend of bouncy, disposable pop and just enough real meaning, or sentiment, to sustain interest. Slightly funky guitar lines skirt along the edge of power ballad territory, while Valentine dives completely over the edge on the laughably earnest, yet surprisingly upbeat "I'm the Bomb". And even though many of these songs are steaming retro-piles, and the lyrical content here often makes a fatal car crash seem pleasant by comparison, Electric Six actually bothered to throw in a few songs that are genuinely, unabashedly entertaining.
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Even the ballad here- a love song to a synthesizer- is drenched in beamingly heartfelt bleach-blond solos and soaring, Winger-esque keyboards.īut hold up, it's confession time: until my HMO approves my elective surgery, I'm not made of stone. 80s rock clichés abound- but just subtly enough to imply that the band was either too musically incompetent to follow through to the point of parody, or just didn't give a shit that they are, in essence, a very sincere hair-rock band. However: if it's really all fun and games, as the staggeringly insipid Detroit six-piece might lead you to believe, the music doesn't give it away. before them, are not in the business of satire. If only there wasn't that lingering sense of vacuous sincerity. Granted, it's not all as sophomorically abominable as "Gay Bar" some of it's actually even kinda funny, in a Men Without Hats sorta way ("Radio message from HQ/ Dance commander, we love you"), but let's be direct: these guys mention "fire" in nearly every song (that, or "going to war" on the dancefloor), and the subject of "Naked Pictures" is none other than- whoa-ho-ho!- your mother.Ĭlunky power-chord progressions, tinny percussion, and distant synths complete the gruesome aura of kitsch surrounding Fire- and that wouldn't be so bad if we could at least dismiss it as pure novelty. When snarling frontman Dick Valentine subjects me to lyrics like, "I've got something to put in you/ At the gay bar," I just wonder if, upon the crazy success of their incredible disco/rock hybrid, "Danger! High Voltage", these guys simply decided it was easier to just give up than to try topping it. Watch it below.Is it that I don't "get" the Electric Six? Believe me, I get it it's just that once I got it, I started looking for a way to get rid of it. One of my personal favorites is the video featuring the puppies and kitties from. Joe, Star Wars, World of Warcraft, and Lord of the Rings. The song has seen huge success on the internet due to homemade viral videos featuring anything from Tony Blair with George Bush, G.I. It's funny that there's an edit of the song in Britain where the words "nuclear" and "war" are edited out and replaced by a whip sound, because the release of the song there coincided with the U.S.-led invasion of Iraq. Surf-rock guitar riff, a rippin' solo, handclaps, cowbell lead-in to the finale, and Jack White singing backup. There's no nudity or anything particularly vulgar, just hella innuendo and some tastelessness featuring our 16th President.Īll controversy aside, the song is good. You can watch it below, but remember you can't unwatch it.
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Then, the video has a bunch of Abraham Lincolns in leather shorts, various thongs and other leather goods spinning, pole dancing, weightlifting, pantomiming the masturbation of one another, and many other suggestive things. First off, it's called "Gay Bar." That makes it offensive to say at least half of the country, if we go by how the 2004 presidential election went down. This song exemplifies that fact like no other.