Oct 11
Róisín Murphy, You Groovy Overpowered Biatch!
I downloaded almost all the songs from this album weeks before the official release. Sorry dear. I wanted them so badly I turned the whole wide web upside down. I also downloaded all the b-sides. Last but not least - I downloaded the additional free song. So I ended up with a collection of 11 songs. That means a lo-o-ot of guilty consciousness. But it also means that I have a quite clear idea about the album itself. I like Ruby Blue a lot and as every other Moloko fan I expected quirky stuff again. However, Overpowered sounds completely different, so different that it needs some time for adjustment. Perhaps this is why almost all the songs managed to leak prior to the official release. It’s a nice strategy to stifle the shock of the fanbase. So this is pop. Straight forwarded, fat, lush, shimmering, electronic pop. In a way, in its foundation, it reminds me on Madonna’s Confessions on a Dance Floor. Only the span is a bit more wider - it borrows not just from the glamorous disco of the ’70s but also a lot from the euro-dance of the ’80s. I can almost hear Samantha Fox whistling from behind. Of course all these hooks are nicely wrapped in a tight synthetic package and glued with these fat blooby baselines we all love so much.
She may have gone mainstream with her music but speaking about the visual part, and there’s always a visual part with Róisín, she went far beyond any possible predictions. There’s something half funny and half bitter in the off-beat pop diva that looks like a Martian roaming the grey city streets. She’s not trying to impress people or something, she’s just herself. And it seems that nobody objects her right to be herself. But nobody seems quite impressed, too. She has to deal with all the mundane details of modern living and she has a job there on the scene, which is hard to do and takes a lot of her energy away - as the dripping sweat in the beginning of the Overpowered video suggests. That’s the appropriate image of the future pop star actually - music business isn’t about Moonwalkers any more, it’s about Andy Warhol’s 15 minutes of fame. And everybody’s taking part.
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