So far, Justin Warfield has exhibited all the cowardice necessary to cop the honor of Billy Zane-like Genre-Jumper of the Year for his CYA abandonment of McRap and subsequent clambering into this schlock-a-block 80s lifeboat. His Joy Division hand-me-downs pander to the sort of mall-S&Mer who – he hopes – still eats this stuff up by the pallet-load, fans who’ll deem it essential solely on the basis of the video’s hotties getting red Popsicle drops on their black clothes and albino hands. Warfield’s nasal-sprayed baritone isn’t sure whether to magpie Depeche Mode or Sisters of Mercy (reports of Interpol-grokking are exaggerated aside from the Wire-like deep-bass piano), but it doesn’t matter – collectively the lyrics are a self-indulgent, nonsensical cesspool of goth buzzspeak serving only to provide a vehicle for the semi-okay choruses and their corresponding cyanotic verses. Comes complete with droid-dance slop you’d find in a traveling exhibit of Facts of Life fossils (“I Don’t Wanna Fall in Love”). Order from Amazon.com
