The Orange Album
Sleaze-pop hopeful Stefy Rae does the right thing.
Often bullheaded young bands blatantly rip off an older artist and refuse to admit it. “I don’t hear it,” is a favorite denial, as is “We’ve never even heard of them.” Well, young Stefy’s debut, The Orange Album, bears striking resemblance to the music of another O.C. alum, Gwen Stefani (Stefy . . . Stefani . . . hey!). But in the chorus of “Orange County,” Stefy namedrops her heroine. That’s pretty much fucking O.K. with me. Musically, Stefy has more retro-pop tendencies than No Doubt’s West Coast rocksteady or Love Sex Music Baby’s overdose on Tokyo neon. “Where Are The Boys” belongs on a Euro-dance compilation, and “Cover Up” will blind you with science. The Baroque leanings of “Lucky Girl” are the first respite from the sugar rush, and the album pretty much goes downhill from there; ol’ Gwennie would be proud, though.
– Kevin Keegan
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