Sexed-up B-52s fly once more
WHEN you hear a lyric like "do a egg white hot shimmy in a Lurex gown" or "there's the G-Spot perpetrate the car over", it canful only mean one thing. The B-52s are back.
Sixteen age after the band's previous handout, Good Stuff and nonsense, and near 30 geezerhood after they introduced their distinctive sound with the bouncy merely bonkers John Rock Lobster, the four-piece that pose Athens, Peach State, (besides habitation to REM, The Indigofera tinctoria Girls and Danger Shiner) on the map has returned with a fresh record album, Funplex, released yesterday.
Entirely the trademarks ar thither, the unmistakable harmonies of Cindy Harriet Wilson and Kate Pierson, the honking half-singing, half-speaking vocals of Fred Schneider, the delightfully daffy lyrics and the music that has no greater aim than to get the party started and keep it
