It’s a good thing there is room in the world for guilty pleasures.
The ‘60s had the Monkees, the ‘70s KC & The Sunshine Band, the ‘80s Poison, and the ‘90s , oh, let’s go with the Spice Girls.
But despite having the most ingratiating song of this century so far with the rash-inducing “Party Rock Anthem,” LMFAO defines guilty pleasure for this generation.
Take a little “Wayne’s World,” a return to“A Night at the Roxbury” and the fond memory of Frankie Goes to Hollywood (except they were a real band) and you just might come up with LMFAO, the bozo duo of Redfoo and SkyBlu (don’t they need, like White Canopy, to join the team?).
Their 90-minute show at Philips Arena Wednesday night might be the most ridiculous spectacle ever witnessed on a live stage. But for what these guys lacked in any form of musical talent, they made up for with a breathless performance that was part rave, part beach blast – and 100 percent mindless fun.
Where else are you going to see inflatable zebras being tossed around a crowd? Or how about a pink dancing bear clad leopard-print shorts? It’s like attending a circus on acid, with the soundtrack consisting of one relentless, concrete-shaking beat.
And while some out there get a kick out of their claim of being “Sexy and I Know It,” this is the preferred version of the song for the rest of us.
There were some decent rap skills displayed on “Sorry for Party Rocking,” one of what seemed like half a dozen songs in the LMFAO catalog to contain the words “party” and “rock,” and a hint of a melodic chorus peeked out from the avalanche of computer drums during “Reminds Me of You.” Still, Redfoo wasn’t getting through much of “One Day” without severe Auto-Tune assistance.
Sometimes it’s hard to believe that the bloodline of Berry Gordy runs through these two.
But not a single person in this crowd – which filled about three quarters of Philips and consisted of kids, college-age students and agreeable parents – was there to witness anything resembling musicianship.
A drummer and occasional guitarist provided some backdrop, but the most important members of this team were the DJ perched atop a bunch of lighted cubes and the sound and light crew.
The approach of LMFAO is to throw anything neon against the wall, lay a club beat under it and toss out amusingly naughty declarations such as “I Am Not a Whore.”
And that’s all that was required to prompt this audience into thrusting their multicolored glow sticks in the air.
Even Atlanta’s Lil Jon, who popped up to add some patented “YEAH’S!” to “Shots,” a drinking song he performed with the guys on their 2009 debut album, didn’t need to do much except hop around in his bright lime shirt and matching shades to send this already caffeinated crowd into a higher frenzy.
You’ll find plenty to laugh at during the duo’s show, from their valentine to street meat, “Hot Dog” (of course a guy in a hot dog suit danced on stage) to Redfoo’s ever-changing lineup of garish muscle T-shirts and striped bicycle shorts (who is he, Cher?).
But while they might be clowns, that laughter is following them all the way to the bank.
A handful of opening acts kept the hyper audience active, with the hip-hop-clubbers in Far East Movement receiving the loudest screams.
In a 30-minute set, the group, who are expert hype-men if not anything else, whizzed through techno-thumpers “If I Was You (OMG)” and “Girls On the Dance Floor” from their 2010 breakthrough, “Free Wired,” and turned the general admission floor of the arena into a sweaty, pogoing mass at the first electronic sounds of “Like a G6.”
Far East Movement just released its fourth studio album, “Dirty Bass,” and shared the super-catchy “Live My Life.” Expect to hear it quite a bit this summer.
Check out some more photos from last night’s show.
By Melissa Ruggieri, Atlanta Music Scene