Ridiculous, obscene, infectious, and obnoxious, 3OH!3
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
has enough hooks and laugh-out-loud filth that it's decent, decided junk and good enough for bumpin' uglies on the dancefloor.