Cobra Starship
Release Date: October 10, 2006
Label: Decaydance
Okay, so here we have an album by a band created for a movie that, despite its hype, floundered at the box office. Worse still, the guest stars from Cobra Starship’s only claim to fame, Snakes On A Plane (Bring It), do not appear on the rest of the tracks, leaving Midtown’s Gabe Saporta to slither (mostly) alone.
Surprisingly, the album’s actually quite fun. Most tracks follow the same indie-emo-dance-rock hybrid that Snakes On A Plane (Bring It) perfected. Long titled tracks like The Church Of Hot Addiction and Send My Love to the Dancefloor, I'll See You in Hell (Hey Mister DJ) don’t stray too far from the kind of hits groups like Panic! At The Disco are churning out. Luckily, Saporta’s voice is not quite as whiny as his emo brothers. In fact, on synth-driven songs like the standout (and absolute surprise) The Kids Are All Fucked Up, it's downright decadent. Surprise #2: The album opens with a scratchy, down tempo dirge (Being from Jersey Means Never Having to Say You're Sorry) and includes a few songs firmly aimed at the dance floor (and not the emo dance floor… but a real one: check out The Ballad Of Big Poppa And Diamond Girl with 80’s guests the Cover Girls).
Cobra Starship has everything wrong going for it. There’s no way it’s going to end up being any more than an odd little footnote in music history. Given that, I was honestly surprised how much I liked it. It’s very now… very trendy… and will be a great laugh in a decade or two. But, it will get you moving. Guaranteed. B
Key Tracks: Snakes On A Plane (Bring It), The Kids Are All Fucked Up, Keep It Simple
Release Date: October 10, 2006
Label: Decaydance
Okay, so here we have an album by a band created for a movie that, despite its hype, floundered at the box office. Worse still, the guest stars from Cobra Starship’s only claim to fame, Snakes On A Plane (Bring It), do not appear on the rest of the tracks, leaving Midtown’s Gabe Saporta to slither (mostly) alone.
Surprisingly, the album’s actually quite fun. Most tracks follow the same indie-emo-dance-rock hybrid that Snakes On A Plane (Bring It) perfected. Long titled tracks like The Church Of Hot Addiction and Send My Love to the Dancefloor, I'll See You in Hell (Hey Mister DJ) don’t stray too far from the kind of hits groups like Panic! At The Disco are churning out. Luckily, Saporta’s voice is not quite as whiny as his emo brothers. In fact, on synth-driven songs like the standout (and absolute surprise) The Kids Are All Fucked Up, it's downright decadent. Surprise #2: The album opens with a scratchy, down tempo dirge (Being from Jersey Means Never Having to Say You're Sorry) and includes a few songs firmly aimed at the dance floor (and not the emo dance floor… but a real one: check out The Ballad Of Big Poppa And Diamond Girl with 80’s guests the Cover Girls).
Cobra Starship has everything wrong going for it. There’s no way it’s going to end up being any more than an odd little footnote in music history. Given that, I was honestly surprised how much I liked it. It’s very now… very trendy… and will be a great laugh in a decade or two. But, it will get you moving. Guaranteed. B
Key Tracks: Snakes On A Plane (Bring It), The Kids Are All Fucked Up, Keep It Simple
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