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Fly or Die in Franklin, TN
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Fly or Die in Franklin, TN
Current price: $19.99
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Unlike
In Search Of...
, originally made primarily on
N.E.R.D.
's various machines and then reconfigured with assistance from
funk
-
rock
band
Spymob
,
Fly or Die
is kept almost entirely in-house. The ridiculous cover, along with first single
"She Wants to Move"
-- and its accompanying video, including a literal translation of the line "Her ass is a spaceship I want to ride" -- thankfully provide little indication of the album's true makeup. And the moments where the
Star Trak
hand sign gets flipped to a set of devil horns are mercifully fleeting, though
"Backseat Love"
is undoubtedly problematic -- it plays Dumberer to
's Dumber. (
"Lapdance"
was Dumb.) The rest of the album isn't just noteworthy for subject matter that skips through child-parent relationship sketches, ecological reveries, and protest songs; the bright, bold
Neptunes
glaze that normally coats their chart-aimed singles of all stripes is applied to material that will leave many people baffled. The album sees
rummaging through parts of their record collection that don't normally bubble to the surface in their production work. Most disarming of all is
"Wonderful Place,"
a seven-minute trip divided into halves. The first shows a chipper
Pharrell
striding through a sunny meadow, marveling at the natural wonders of the planet in spite of its troubles; with a horn-punched chorus ("My soul's in my smile/Don't frown, just get up get up") and other subtle splashes of
Baroque pop
elements, it owes equally to
Burt Bacharach
and
the Left Banke
. This dissolves into a fading whistle, only to give rise to a dramatic, synthetically orchestral and acoustic-
folk
tale about a near-fatal family fishing trip. Any parent of the past, present, or near future will be stirred, especially once
goes falsetto to emphasize the relief of the nearly drowned baby being rescued by his mother. Instead of pausing for effect, the album goosesteps into
"Drill Sergeant,"
yet another two-parter. Half
power pop
bounce and half tumbling, doomsday pummel, the song pulls no punches with antiwar sentiments that target the government and media, and when a teeth-clenched
talks about his fear of blowing up, you know he's not talking about fame. Despite the heavy subject matter in a third of the songs, the album nonetheless carries a lighthearted, fun-loving lilt. At face value,
is a rather straightforward
record. To
's credit, no one else could've made this particular
record. Ideas come by the bushel, hooks arrive when least expected, embedded jokes get discovered like Easter eggs. Nobody can tie all of these things together and make them glow quite like this. Apart from a ploy to get some rotation at your local mall's Hot Topic (
Good Charlotte
's
Madden
brothers make an appearance), they didn't appear to make this record for anyone but themselves. So while
is one of the most creative and ambitious moments of
the Neptunes
' career, it might also be their least understood. ~ Andy Kellman
In Search Of...
, originally made primarily on
N.E.R.D.
's various machines and then reconfigured with assistance from
funk
-
rock
band
Spymob
,
Fly or Die
is kept almost entirely in-house. The ridiculous cover, along with first single
"She Wants to Move"
-- and its accompanying video, including a literal translation of the line "Her ass is a spaceship I want to ride" -- thankfully provide little indication of the album's true makeup. And the moments where the
Star Trak
hand sign gets flipped to a set of devil horns are mercifully fleeting, though
"Backseat Love"
is undoubtedly problematic -- it plays Dumberer to
's Dumber. (
"Lapdance"
was Dumb.) The rest of the album isn't just noteworthy for subject matter that skips through child-parent relationship sketches, ecological reveries, and protest songs; the bright, bold
Neptunes
glaze that normally coats their chart-aimed singles of all stripes is applied to material that will leave many people baffled. The album sees
rummaging through parts of their record collection that don't normally bubble to the surface in their production work. Most disarming of all is
"Wonderful Place,"
a seven-minute trip divided into halves. The first shows a chipper
Pharrell
striding through a sunny meadow, marveling at the natural wonders of the planet in spite of its troubles; with a horn-punched chorus ("My soul's in my smile/Don't frown, just get up get up") and other subtle splashes of
Baroque pop
elements, it owes equally to
Burt Bacharach
and
the Left Banke
. This dissolves into a fading whistle, only to give rise to a dramatic, synthetically orchestral and acoustic-
folk
tale about a near-fatal family fishing trip. Any parent of the past, present, or near future will be stirred, especially once
goes falsetto to emphasize the relief of the nearly drowned baby being rescued by his mother. Instead of pausing for effect, the album goosesteps into
"Drill Sergeant,"
yet another two-parter. Half
power pop
bounce and half tumbling, doomsday pummel, the song pulls no punches with antiwar sentiments that target the government and media, and when a teeth-clenched
talks about his fear of blowing up, you know he's not talking about fame. Despite the heavy subject matter in a third of the songs, the album nonetheless carries a lighthearted, fun-loving lilt. At face value,
is a rather straightforward
record. To
's credit, no one else could've made this particular
record. Ideas come by the bushel, hooks arrive when least expected, embedded jokes get discovered like Easter eggs. Nobody can tie all of these things together and make them glow quite like this. Apart from a ploy to get some rotation at your local mall's Hot Topic (
Good Charlotte
's
Madden
brothers make an appearance), they didn't appear to make this record for anyone but themselves. So while
is one of the most creative and ambitious moments of
the Neptunes
' career, it might also be their least understood. ~ Andy Kellman
Unlike
In Search Of...
, originally made primarily on
N.E.R.D.
's various machines and then reconfigured with assistance from
funk
-
rock
band
Spymob
,
Fly or Die
is kept almost entirely in-house. The ridiculous cover, along with first single
"She Wants to Move"
-- and its accompanying video, including a literal translation of the line "Her ass is a spaceship I want to ride" -- thankfully provide little indication of the album's true makeup. And the moments where the
Star Trak
hand sign gets flipped to a set of devil horns are mercifully fleeting, though
"Backseat Love"
is undoubtedly problematic -- it plays Dumberer to
's Dumber. (
"Lapdance"
was Dumb.) The rest of the album isn't just noteworthy for subject matter that skips through child-parent relationship sketches, ecological reveries, and protest songs; the bright, bold
Neptunes
glaze that normally coats their chart-aimed singles of all stripes is applied to material that will leave many people baffled. The album sees
rummaging through parts of their record collection that don't normally bubble to the surface in their production work. Most disarming of all is
"Wonderful Place,"
a seven-minute trip divided into halves. The first shows a chipper
Pharrell
striding through a sunny meadow, marveling at the natural wonders of the planet in spite of its troubles; with a horn-punched chorus ("My soul's in my smile/Don't frown, just get up get up") and other subtle splashes of
Baroque pop
elements, it owes equally to
Burt Bacharach
and
the Left Banke
. This dissolves into a fading whistle, only to give rise to a dramatic, synthetically orchestral and acoustic-
folk
tale about a near-fatal family fishing trip. Any parent of the past, present, or near future will be stirred, especially once
goes falsetto to emphasize the relief of the nearly drowned baby being rescued by his mother. Instead of pausing for effect, the album goosesteps into
"Drill Sergeant,"
yet another two-parter. Half
power pop
bounce and half tumbling, doomsday pummel, the song pulls no punches with antiwar sentiments that target the government and media, and when a teeth-clenched
talks about his fear of blowing up, you know he's not talking about fame. Despite the heavy subject matter in a third of the songs, the album nonetheless carries a lighthearted, fun-loving lilt. At face value,
is a rather straightforward
record. To
's credit, no one else could've made this particular
record. Ideas come by the bushel, hooks arrive when least expected, embedded jokes get discovered like Easter eggs. Nobody can tie all of these things together and make them glow quite like this. Apart from a ploy to get some rotation at your local mall's Hot Topic (
Good Charlotte
's
Madden
brothers make an appearance), they didn't appear to make this record for anyone but themselves. So while
is one of the most creative and ambitious moments of
the Neptunes
' career, it might also be their least understood. ~ Andy Kellman
In Search Of...
, originally made primarily on
N.E.R.D.
's various machines and then reconfigured with assistance from
funk
-
rock
band
Spymob
,
Fly or Die
is kept almost entirely in-house. The ridiculous cover, along with first single
"She Wants to Move"
-- and its accompanying video, including a literal translation of the line "Her ass is a spaceship I want to ride" -- thankfully provide little indication of the album's true makeup. And the moments where the
Star Trak
hand sign gets flipped to a set of devil horns are mercifully fleeting, though
"Backseat Love"
is undoubtedly problematic -- it plays Dumberer to
's Dumber. (
"Lapdance"
was Dumb.) The rest of the album isn't just noteworthy for subject matter that skips through child-parent relationship sketches, ecological reveries, and protest songs; the bright, bold
Neptunes
glaze that normally coats their chart-aimed singles of all stripes is applied to material that will leave many people baffled. The album sees
rummaging through parts of their record collection that don't normally bubble to the surface in their production work. Most disarming of all is
"Wonderful Place,"
a seven-minute trip divided into halves. The first shows a chipper
Pharrell
striding through a sunny meadow, marveling at the natural wonders of the planet in spite of its troubles; with a horn-punched chorus ("My soul's in my smile/Don't frown, just get up get up") and other subtle splashes of
Baroque pop
elements, it owes equally to
Burt Bacharach
and
the Left Banke
. This dissolves into a fading whistle, only to give rise to a dramatic, synthetically orchestral and acoustic-
folk
tale about a near-fatal family fishing trip. Any parent of the past, present, or near future will be stirred, especially once
goes falsetto to emphasize the relief of the nearly drowned baby being rescued by his mother. Instead of pausing for effect, the album goosesteps into
"Drill Sergeant,"
yet another two-parter. Half
power pop
bounce and half tumbling, doomsday pummel, the song pulls no punches with antiwar sentiments that target the government and media, and when a teeth-clenched
talks about his fear of blowing up, you know he's not talking about fame. Despite the heavy subject matter in a third of the songs, the album nonetheless carries a lighthearted, fun-loving lilt. At face value,
is a rather straightforward
record. To
's credit, no one else could've made this particular
record. Ideas come by the bushel, hooks arrive when least expected, embedded jokes get discovered like Easter eggs. Nobody can tie all of these things together and make them glow quite like this. Apart from a ploy to get some rotation at your local mall's Hot Topic (
Good Charlotte
's
Madden
brothers make an appearance), they didn't appear to make this record for anyone but themselves. So while
is one of the most creative and ambitious moments of
the Neptunes
' career, it might also be their least understood. ~ Andy Kellman