The nonsensical lyrics, the deadpan voice and the combination of the childish with the very adult in this latest offering from Ariel Pink is a strange mix, to say the least. Anybody lacking the eccentricities of Pink would probably not be able to pull off an album that rides waves of childish tunes with lyrics like “blowjobs of death”. Yet at the same time, Pink’s deadpan weirdness perfectly transitions into chorus jingles reminiscent of Elvis Costello, most notably in the title track. It may drag on a bit by the end, but this amount of strange can only be taken in small doses.
