Want

Crítica do álbum

Ridiculous, obscene, infectious, and obnoxious, 3OH!3's Want is the electro-trash revolution gone horribly wrong, creating a brand-new genre to dread: fratcore hip-hop. If there's any irony to tracks like "I'm Not Your Boyfriend Baby" (sounds like a Lil Jon and Calvin Harris car crash) or "Star Struckk" (starts all chiptunes then goes ringtone rap before turning disco), it's buried so deep it really doesn't matter anymore. It's as if this duo from Boulder, CO, stole all the surface bits of Andrew W.K., Princess Superstar, plus Lady GaGa and created an album that can only be discussed in terms of "Awesome!" or "Sucks!" If you like fat beats lifted from old-school hip-hop, Scott Storch, and Chromeo with slim, lean hooks that won't be leaving the head anytime soon, it's awesome. If you don't care for thin ideas, sophomoric humor, or Warped Tour attitude, it sucks. Spank Rock made this kind of nu-booty music with much more finesse. Still, 3OH!3's Want has enough hooks and laugh-out-loud filth that it's decent, decided junk and good enough for bumpin' uglies on the dancefloor.