Streets Of Gold

A Bloodhound Gang for the 21st century, frat-rap twosome 3oh!3 write songs that aim to be the  musical equivalent of  a beer-keg nozzle shoved up your arse. Over grindingly ugly Casio beats, the Colorado duo drop hilar-a-rious observations (“We can do an album / Or we can do it viral / Spread it like an STD you got back in high school”) and spout pseudo zen bull-crap (“If this is all there is / Then this is all there can be / Cause I don’t see no road / That leads to you, and me”). Still, that’s not to say Streets of Gold is an irredeemable mess. For one thing, Nathaniel Motte and Sean Foreman display an undeniable knack for great yomping choruses (explaining, perhaps, why they went down a storm at Oxegen recently). Also they’ve rounded up an impressive list of A-list collaborators: ‘My First Kiss’ improves beyond recognition when Ke$ha crashes the party whilst the presence of the possibly mad Katy Perry raises ‘Startstrukk’ above the level of puke-inducingly ugly. If you’re the sort of person who think drinking loads and then getting sick all over your shoes is both witty and endearing, Streets of Gold might be your album of the decade.  
Key track: ‘My First Kiss’