3Oh!3 - Streets Of Gold reviews
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| Ew |
 While 3OH!3's leering, nasal party rap felt merely ugly on their 2008 breakout Want — like Gilbert Gottfried if he discovered misogyny and Smirnoff Ice — the Colorado duo's latest finds them in a slightly kinder place. Streets of Gold's beats still sound garage-sale-Casio cheap, but the album yields several doofy, affable sing-alongs and even — yeeps! — an Owl City-esque ballad (''I'm Not the One''). C+...full text |
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| Absolutepunk |
I truly hate the guys – dubbed dude 1 and dude 2 for this review – behind 3OH!3. Not because they're (probably) pricks, but because they are maddeningly baffling. This weird electro rap doesn’t seem marketable, yet dude 1 and dude 2 are something like a white person phenomenon; they cruise through towns playing music that is very clearly ironic but also somehow straightforward. A simple statement like, “Nobody sincerely likes a song with the hook, ‘I’m gonna have a house party in my house,' it’s f*#king retarded,” is probably misguided, because I can’t help but think that dude 1 is only distracting me with his stupid rave beats so dude 2 can laugh at me trying to be a hipster when I am clearly MUCH TOO FAT. True, girls do this all the time, but they have boobs – their insistence on being mysterious and vague and (usually) their hatred towards me become moot when boobs are involved. (Although, Katy Perry, your cameo on “Starstrukk” is more anti-climactic than all of my sexual encounters combined. And that’s A LOT of anti-climax.) So kudos, maybe, to 3OH!3, if only for the fact that I am probably just missing out on a big joke, and trust me when I say being in on the joke is my most favorite thing ever.
As if to prove my incomprehensible point, the only good songs on Streets of Gold are the ones clearly meant as some sort of filler/appeasement to the band’s middle class emo demigods. “R.I.P” is 3OH!3’s first sign of restraint when it comes to overpowering dumb girls with fuzzy beats. And the singing! I still say that dude 1 and dude 2 are good-to-great singers. However, they spend far too much time screaming at me to get drunk or buy blingaling (or whatever); the only time I don’t mind this yelling is on “We Are Young,” because the hook is simple and bombastic like a summer blockbuster. But mostly it’s the songs that will never, ever make the radio that I keep replaying: “I’m Not The One” is infantile and simple, but so am I. “Streets of Gold” uplifts, even in the face of a whiny beat that sounds like bees on speed. “Love 2012” is an attempt at epic songwriting, and despite landing somewhere far from memorable, it creates a nice offset to thoughtless radio hopefuls like “Double Vision” and “I Know How To Say.”...full text |
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| Rollingstone |
| "We could do an album or we could do it viral/Spread it like an STD you got back in high school," boasts Sean Foreman. Give the Colorado "crunkcore" duo accuracy points: Streets of Gold is about as pleasant as a case of genital herpes. The formula is the same: dopey electro rock bolstering "raps" about drinking ("Wake up next to pharaohs hung over in Cairo") and getting girls to "touch on" their privates. A Dr. Luke beat and a screwball Ke$ha cameo make "My First Kiss" listenable, but otherwise this is grim stuff – a soundtrack for beer-pong tournaments....full text |
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