Lovage - Music To Make Love To Your Old Lady By
Reviewed by heyrevolver
Dan the Automator puts his hands into so much music that some of it is bound to be less successful. Lovage pits Jennifer Charles from Elysian Fields up against Mike Patton on the microphone, in a sexual battle of sorts. While the delivery of the lines is done quite well on the part of Patton and Charles most of the time, the lyrics are just a little too stupid and tend to conflict with the so-called mood created by the album. For an example, while 'Book of the Month' has the ability of to be one of contenders on the record, lines like "use me like Listerine / keeping your breath fresher, "you are the griddle / I am the meat," and "turned on like the electric company" are just a little too silly to endure. Some of the instrumentals on the album, such as 'Everyone Has A Summer' and 'Koala's Lament', are done quite well, thanks to the additions of Kid Koala and Dan the Automator's continuing ability to construct beats. Now don't get me wrong, there are great songs on this album: 'Pit Stop (Take Me Home)', 'To Catch A Thief', and 'Sex (I'm A)'. Overall, I just think it's hard to interpret the vocal delivery of Mike Patton to be sexy. Mike Patton scares me more than he would turn me on. You know … if I was a girl. On the other hand, Jennifer Charles does a good job moaning and breathing on a couple songs (which just sounds ridiculous after writing that sentence). However, when it's pretty much in every song in the set, it gets a little old. In the end, Lovage just doesn't cut it for me. The songs are just too similar in tempo and style and the album pretty much just lulls me into a lethargic state after a couple of tracks. I want to say it's good music to put on and ignore while your working or cooking dinner (or making love to your old lady). However, how good is an album if you can ignore it? One thing to look out for is 'Herbs, Good Hygiene & Socks'. It is so bizarre and random that's it just ends up being funny. I give the album 2.8 manstyle points. Sorry guys, it ain't no Sade. [www.lovage.co.uk]