The Floozies: Sunroof Cadillac Review
Published: September 4, 2012
By: Jason Suder
There’s no denying Lawrence, KS power duo The Floozies have established their seat at the table for serious producers. While, this new EP Sunroof Cadillac is another big step away from their earlier, more guitar-driven sound, it is a continuation of the filthy womps found on their past few albums.
You start off with a little teaser/ testament to old-school Floozies with a sultry 70’s guitar riff, but it becomes abundantly clear that the funk is not the driving force behind the album. The breaks are clean, but the Floozies’ sound falls just shy of say, Pretty Lights’ link between retro and radioactive (think PL’s “I Can See It In Your Face”).
But, this is in no way saying there isn’t plenty of praise for to be made. I’m a bit of a purist and miss the Tower of Power tributes that characterize Live: Volume 1, but this new release does get my heart beating. The drops are pretty damn dirty. You can probably smell them coming from your computer; couple this with the funky, James Brown-like bass lines in the title track, and you’ve got a tasteful dichotomy of genres that can either slide you into a grimy bass overdose or your girlfriend’s neon tiger stripe tights. You’ll hear it, behind the rhythm you’ll find decades-old undertones of sex and grit pulsing with each kick drum.
The aptly titled “Just Can’t Sit” will make your boss reach for an EpiPen. Let him know it’s no seizure, but you are infected by the vibrato synth and are fighting the commanding lyrics to “roll into the rave” while you’re at work.
It gets even hotter, and just when you think everything is about to lockup like an over heated engine in traffic on a Texas summer day, Matt and Mark ease off the ignition and let you take a breath. This is no breather, though, because from the onslaught of “Hot Stuff,” you know this power-pumping epic will drop into something almighty. For nearly a minute you feel like Travis Rice looking down an unconquered avalanche. Then you jump, riding down the bass lines and once again, “you’re moving l-l-l-l-like a sex machine!”
But, what do I know. Maybe the EP is just their modern age homage to the original disco stars; same beats, bass, and 70’s breaks, like an evolved Earth, Wind & Fire for the 21st century, and maybe it’s just some funky dubstep. No, wait, it’s Funkstep.
There’s no denying Lawrence, KS power duo The Floozies have established their seat at the table for serious producers. While, this new EP Sunroof Cadillac is another big step away from their earlier, more guitar-driven sound, it is a continuation of the filthy womps found on their past few albums.
You start off with a little teaser/ testament to old-school Floozies with a sultry 70’s guitar riff, but it becomes abundantly clear that the funk is not the driving force behind the album. The breaks are clean, but the Floozies’ sound falls just shy of say, Pretty Lights’ link between retro and radioactive (think PL’s “I Can See It In Your Face”).
But, this is in no way saying there isn’t plenty of praise for to be made. I’m a bit of a purist and miss the Tower of Power tributes that characterize Live: Volume 1, but this new release does get my heart beating. The drops are pretty damn dirty. You can probably smell them coming from your computer; couple this with the funky, James Brown-like bass lines in the title track, and you’ve got a tasteful dichotomy of genres that can either slide you into a grimy bass overdose or your girlfriend’s neon tiger stripe tights. You’ll hear it, behind the rhythm you’ll find decades-old undertones of sex and grit pulsing with each kick drum.
The aptly titled “Just Can’t Sit” will make your boss reach for an EpiPen. Let him know it’s no seizure, but you are infected by the vibrato synth and are fighting the commanding lyrics to “roll into the rave” while you’re at work.
It gets even hotter, and just when you think everything is about to lockup like an over heated engine in traffic on a Texas summer day, Matt and Mark ease off the ignition and let you take a breath. This is no breather, though, because from the onslaught of “Hot Stuff,” you know this power-pumping epic will drop into something almighty. For nearly a minute you feel like Travis Rice looking down an unconquered avalanche. Then you jump, riding down the bass lines and once again, “you’re moving l-l-l-l-like a sex machine!”
But, what do I know. Maybe the EP is just their modern age homage to the original disco stars; same beats, bass, and 70’s breaks, like an evolved Earth, Wind & Fire for the 21st century, and maybe it’s just some funky dubstep. No, wait, it’s Funkstep.
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