New Yorker Chris Glover has granted himself one of the more memorably bizarre names in recent pop history, and his debut album straddles a similar line between cool and naff. This sometimes funky synth pop is certainly shinier than other acts you might instantly associate with the city, its main aims (seemingly) to sound good on the radio and make you dance.
When it works, such as on 'Don’t Fuck With My Money' (innocuous, bar the title) or 'Golden Train', it’s of good single quality. 'Pinocchio' even sounds a bit like Phoenix. When it doesn’t work, such as on the sub-Erasure 'Fair Warning', it’s hard to ignore the cheesier aspects and vocal tics, leaving one wishing it could be banished to the 80s where, no doubt, a little of Mr. Glover is stuck. Still, worth a look if you're in the market for some slightly offbeat pop.