Saturday, August 16, 2003
Out of nowhere (well, Denmark) comes one of the most purely joy-filled albums I've heard in eons, perfect for the waning days of the North American summer, the B-52's-by-way-of-Right Said Fred Junior Senior's D-D-Don't Stop the Beat. This is a record whose biggest concern is to "keep on dancing now, just keep on getting down" (from "Shake Your Coconuts"). A delicious mélange of surf guitar, lazy pop-dance beats, and wonderful inane lyrics, like if the '90s really were the '60s, Junior Senior are a perfect antidote for what ails you.
The single "Move Your Feet" you should already know (and if you don't, well, do something about it!). Their raison d'etre is found in its chorus:
"Everybody
Move your feet
And feel united
Oh, oh, oh"
- Junior Senior, "Move Your Feet" (D-D-Don't Stop the Beat, Crunchy Frog/Atlantic, 2003)
It's that simple, as are most of the songs on their debut. This is pure, classic pop, throwing a myriad of popcraft stylings into the Cuisinart and pressing "purée." The history of the last 40 years of pop in 32 minutes, that's Junior Senior. Plus, they have a song titled "Chicks and Dicks." You can't go wrong with this, no matter where your musical tastes lie. And if you can somehow listen to the entire album without smiling, you are truly, as Mr. Christgau put it, a pigfucker.
The single "Move Your Feet" you should already know (and if you don't, well, do something about it!). Their raison d'etre is found in its chorus:
"Everybody
Move your feet
And feel united
Oh, oh, oh"
- Junior Senior, "Move Your Feet" (D-D-Don't Stop the Beat, Crunchy Frog/Atlantic, 2003)
It's that simple, as are most of the songs on their debut. This is pure, classic pop, throwing a myriad of popcraft stylings into the Cuisinart and pressing "purée." The history of the last 40 years of pop in 32 minutes, that's Junior Senior. Plus, they have a song titled "Chicks and Dicks." You can't go wrong with this, no matter where your musical tastes lie. And if you can somehow listen to the entire album without smiling, you are truly, as Mr. Christgau put it, a pigfucker.