Release Date: Aug 11, 2009
Record label: Fueled By Ramen
Genre(s): Rock, Dance, Pop, Alternative
Cobra Starship would likely be the first to agree if you were to call them a joke band. The goofball lyrics, the kitsch-en sink approach to the music, and the day-glo visual images they portray are the work of a band that doesn't take itself seriously at all. The only point of contention would be whether the joke is funny and worth telling repeatedly, or if it's an annoying one that may have been funny once but is now wearing itself thin.
Yeah, yeah, we know… it’s not your usual RS fodder... Yeah, yeah, we know… it’s not your usual RS fodder. So why is this relevant, you ask? We here at RS towers love ex-Midtown man Gabe Saporta – he was one of our scribes for God’s sake, and as much as we like a serious rock effort, we also love to party and this third effort from Cobra Starship screams ‘party’ right from blast off.
When people say they hate hipsters, this is probably what they're referring to. Cobra Starship singer Gabe Saporta used to be in the emo band Midtown, Perez Hilton likes the band, they hang out with young Hollywood socialites, they take innocuous punk pop tunes and make them even less dangerous by sprinkling electro glitter over everything, and most of their songs contain at least one painfully self-referential joke, often in the title (Pete Wentz Is The Reason We're Famous, You're Not In On The Joke, etc). [rssbreak] The songs are offensively disposable enough musically, but it's the obnoxiously vacant lyrics that really take it to the next level of shitty.