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The Players: Pfilbryte; Lilli; Donnie P.; Diz; About
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Complaints dept.: Backstreet’s back...
The gimickly, mysterious Pfilbryte is the new wunderkind.
Critics will be tossing around words like "genius"
and "virtuoso" at his feet like the flower girls
they are. At the reception, they will toss this on a pile
of discs in the corner never to be listened to again. This
producer-driven vehicle amounts to an infomercial for his
knob-twiddling talents. Pfilbryte shows a penchant for absurdities,
pop-culture, and nursery rhymes and cartoons (surprise). And
while that description may sound intriguing, the execution
is a series of misses. Sort of a Was (Not Was) with
hip-hop beats and boy-band vocals.
Starting in with Len sounding submarine noises on
the title track isn’t too encouraging. The retro organ is
neat with Family Stone background singers. But this
could have easily been Smashmouth. The cartoon lyrics
as drawn by Dr. John are the best part of the song.
And just then it hit me, and someone turned around and shouted,
"Play that funky music, Pfilbryte!" Pfil utilizes
some interesting samples for percussion and
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