{"id":5231,"date":"2012-02-29T13:02:20","date_gmt":"2012-02-29T18:02:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pro-pages.secretcityrecords.com\/2012\/02\/29\/4stars-emusic-fr\/"},"modified":"2012-02-29T13:02:20","modified_gmt":"2012-02-29T18:02:20","slug":"4stars-emusic-fr","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pro-pages.secretcityrecords.com\/fr\/2012\/02\/29\/4stars-emusic-fr\/","title":{"rendered":"4 \u00e9toiles sur 5 sur le site emusic!"},"content":{"rendered":"
The exuberance in the musicianship has never been more tangible, but the real benefit is Spicer\u2019s more detailed lyrics, which accompany the band\u2019s bark with a salty lick. You can hear it in the affable title track, which contains the punch line, \u201cLike some fucked-up bumblebee\/ Headed for the potpourri of the ladies room\u201d and in marathoner \u201cCrisis!\u201d which laments the existential nightmare of too many strollers on the sidewalks. There goes any chance of landing that Kid\u2019s Choice Award.<\/p>\n