Mika
The Boy Who Knew Too Much * * *
Lush, clownish excess? Yes, but it's good. Girly boy Mika treats his music like a throbbing love muscle - everything is eroticised, lubricated and given urgent thrust. It tends to make his music perishable, but great for those summer excesses (you know what kind I mean, boys).
However, this, his second album (which, I guess, is a play on the title of Alfred Hitchcock's thriller), has two real, and by real I mean real real, gems. They're ballads - the one's titled I See You, the other, By The Time.
The latter is a lament, the former a self-conscious love song. Listening to these tracks you do sense that they ooze schmaltz, but within their trashiness lies poetry and bravura, something which is sorely lacking in other ditties like, Toy Boy, Blame it on the Boy, Blue Eyes and Good Gone Girl.
Fans of the hilariously shallow track Relax (from his first album, Life in Cartoon Motion) will be pleased to know that there's a sound-a-like on this one titled Rain, which is so glittering and flashy it deserves sequins.
In the end, The Boy Who Knew Too Much is not as novel or nouveau as Life in Cartoon Motion, but at least it shimmers like the purest ersatz.
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