Muscles – Guns, Babes, Lemonade
After delivering a blinder of a single with ‘Ice-Cream’ Muscles comes back full throttle with his debut album ‘Guns, Babes and Lemonade’.
With that there gun fully loaded with 80’s synth, his super camp style is distinct but on a full-length album, his effect-ridden vocals can become a bit grating.
Aside from a hell of a lot of Ausies allowing Muscles to sit quite nicely in the Australian top ten, the electro-pop king of camp is also causing a stir in Blighty. He’s dividing people across the world but you’ve got to admit, there’s no one quite like Muscles. Granted, he’s no match for his dance music counterparts and he couldn’t seriously pull off the smooth exterior that Mr. Sparro does but something keeps drawing me back into his feel good world.
Maybe it’s his yummy song titles: Marshmallow, Raspberry Chocolate Lemon and Lime and Ice Cream. Perhaps you should refrain from listening should you still be trying to diet post mammoth Easter binge. Our one-man happy-dancing campaign is near obsessed with the naughty teeth rotters. Perhaps it would be nice to cleanse the pallet with something a bit fresher though, as Muscles voice becomes somewhat tiresome. He’s still manages to keep the party going mind…