The good news is that the new B-52's album doesn't suck. The bad news is that Fred Schneider's become that once loved goofy uncle you've outgrown. Every time he pops up on the album, I get agitated and afraid that he's going to ask me to pull his finger.
"Juliet of the Spirits" is my song of choice from "Funplex". Boiling down Fellini's flick to a four and a half minute dance groove with some nice guitar work, I can't help but but wonder what the film maker would make of all this shimmer and pop. Hey, it works for me.
Give it a spin and maybe take this chance to rise above the mundane and the sadness, you hands up in the air, waving like you just don't care. If anything, you'll feel a bit more, if not better.
No foolin'.
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