.) And after listening to the la-la-la chorus of
Sing
- or the toe-curling cringe of
Bad Poetry
- the prospect of a flesh-eating virus may not seem so painful.
Actually those aren't even the worst moments - they come later in the form of the gender-bending
Boy with a Barbie
and
I'm a Woman Too
. The first is a jarring, synth-heavy dream-pop track, while the latter is a bizarre tribute to womankind that could actually cause offence (were it not so ridiculous) with the lyrics: "I'm a woman too/I don't make sense/But I got my reasons".
But the most annoying thing about Lee's music is how literal it is. Lee's songs are as subtle and sophisticated as fluoro pink finger-paintings on a white wall.
On the track
I Love Pop Music
he claims pop music is philosophy you can dance too. But in truth there is nothing philosophical, or even vaguely intelligent, about Lee's self-indulgent twaddle. It's annoying and catchy. And not in a good way.
Joanna Hunkin