Bop bop bop, bop bop bop bop bop, this is Planet Earth, and so on, as unlikely Omaha natives The Faint continue their ascension from rock-style derivation to full-on dancefloor melodrama. For those not suitably decked-out and drugged-up by last year's "Danse Macabre," the band sidesteps the obvious with this phenomenally effective rehash, set in a full lip-gloss vein, and pushed to its 1981 limits with revisions from such dancefloor luminaries as Jaques Lu Cont, Paul Oakenfold and Photek. And what may seem like a huge marketing-maligned mistake on paper actually kicks plastic-panted ass; each of the tracks gains significantly from their respective treatments, forming a cohesive Saturday-night affair worthy of Giorgio Moroder's mirrored coffee table and its trappings. "I'm feeling posed to death," loops singer Todd Baechle from beneath 20 years of irony. Oh, dear. May Simon Le Bon never die. (The Faint performs at The Club on Friday, May 2.)
We welcome readers to submit letters regarding articles and content in Orlando Weekly. Letters should be a minimum of 150 words, refer to content that has appeared on Orlando Weekly, and must include the writer's full name, address, and phone number for verification purposes. No attachments will be considered. Writers of letters selected for publication will be notified via email. Letters may be edited and shortened for space.
Email us at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Orlando Weekly works for you, and your support is essential.
Our small but mighty local team works tirelessly to bring you high-quality, uncensored news and cultural coverage of Central Florida.
Unlike many newspapers, ours is free – and we'd like to keep it that way, because we believe, now more than ever, everyone deserves access to accurate, independent coverage of their community.
Whether it's a one-time acknowledgement of this article or an ongoing pledge, your support helps keep Orlando’s true free press free.