Hey, The Go! Team are back, and guess what? They sound uh... exactly the same as before. Their third album seems to carry on the sound that the group is known for, which is a mish-mash of euphoria, sugary shit, crazy sampling and pseudo hip-hop vocals. Does this mean that the album blows?
Nah, not at all. Or at least that's my opinion. I'd say that the only people that would hate this album are people who call every single full release by an artist an 'LP', or people that are diabetics. I'm not too sure how anyone could hate on something so irresistably charming. I mean, this album is like seeing a jubilant puppy wagging its' tail and jumping around. Seriously, that's fucking cute. An album like this is sure to make even the most misanthropic of people happy as shit. It's just really fuckin' awesome.
If there's one thing I don't understand it's how people who were really thrilled with Thunder, Lightning, Strike managed to not like this album. Like, how come? It's the same shit and an expansion on the sound that the group managed to forge those many years ago... well, actually, it wasn't that long ago. The sounds on this album are all so very vibrant and hearty as fuck. When the first track T.O.R.N.A.D.O. starts you're instantly thrown into the world of Parappa the Rapper. I say that because everything is reminiscent of a juvenile past, and I mean that in the best possible way. You remember those times where you just went to school as an 8 year old to eat lunch, waiting for home time to arrive so you could go home and watch Arthur on TV while snacking on food? Those times fuckin' ruled and everything was much more simple. The Go! Team take you back there - times of innocence; the time before you first discovered hot, naked lesbians making out and furiously fingering one another. Sometimes you just want to thrive in those moments of innocence, and it's not everyday artists allow you to do exactly that. That is one reason why I really love this album.
Really, all I can say is that if you don't like this album, you have no soul. Or if you do have a soul, it's probably so horribly cold that even black metallers shit themselves in fear of it.