The grand dames of the ever-expanding electroclash movement, NYC duo Fischerspooner are to trash-disco what Parliament were to funk, what the Bee Gees to the first disco movement, or -- and perhaps more aptly -- what Motley Crue were to hair metal.
Its domestic release delayed for nearly a year, #1 comes front-loaded with all the hype the mouth-foaming British press could heap upon its tiara-and-feather-festooned cranium. Rallying under the slogan "sounds good, looks good, feels good, too", the multi-faceted duo concocts a glitzy amalgam of '80s kitsch, Orwellian fashion bravado and fist-pumping Euro-house beats. Of course, this approach begs the question of whether or not the group are more style than substance -- and rightly so. While there's no denying the hedonistic charm of "Emerge" or "Turn On", it's also obvious that the album slips easily into a beat-happy rut, never quite pulling off the total and complete transfixion it was so obviously designed to achieve.
Are Fischerspooner the next big thing in music? Or are they another in a long line of featherweight fads? You'll find no conclusive answers on #1.