Pop Levi is not like other pop stars. For one thing, he is not a pop star – at least not in our particular dimension. Luckily, he has access to others. Ask him where the inspiration for his new album comes from and he will tell you that it was “recorded by a different version of me in another dimension, then transmitted to this version of me during prolonged isolation tank sessions.”
I hope you’re following this so far because there’s more. “I’ve tried to render the songs as close to the versions I sent to myself,” Pop explains. “Although achieving a precise re-recording would prove impossible, I hope you and all the other versions of myself think it’s just the hotness.” Not only will he tell you this. He will believe it.
Recorded in three purpose-built private home studios – in Norway, Greece
and Los Angeles – “Medicine” rubs Pop’s obsession with Prince up
against his love of Bolan, throws in a little Paul McCartney, some early
Stooges, a chunk of Lindsey Buckingham and even a dash of Peter Gabriel for a
record which channels bubblegum pop through Satanic ritual and classic rock for
one of the oddest, funniest, most compellingly unique records you’re
likely
to hear in 2012.
So yes, you can stick with your this and that and the other, your tasteful, safe, cool takes on whatever it is everyone thinks everyone else is doing. That’s fine. Life only lasts eighty years or so, after all, and it’s best you spend as much of that time as possible worrying about how you appear to the people around you. Or, alternatively, you can hitch a ride with a multi-dimensional glam-funk sex loon and, for once, jump into something without knowing where you’re going to end up. Or even if you care.