Picks and Pans Review: Language
Electro-pop wrestles heavy metal to a not displeasing draw in this third album by a transplanted (to Los Angeles) Texan. The music is hard, fast and noisy. There's a sardonic edge to Myrick's lyrics, though, as in Glamorous: "He can drive a Rolls-Royce/ Crashed while combing his hair/ He can drink and snort cocaine/ All the people stare." Formerly part of an L.A. club band, the Figures, Myrick seems a confirmed cynic, describing his tune Guitar, Talk, Love & Drums as a "Let's have fun-while-the-world-burns song." So this isn't exactly a good-time bunch of songs; they do, however, offer something to think about while on the dance floor.