New B-52s Song Does Not Suck

In fact, the title track of their forthcoming album is demonstrably better than "oh, that's cool, I can't believe they're still around."

Moments that make me, almost in direct hostility to my better judgment, anticipate the new album:

--The song seems to be about a romantic mishap at the mall. The leap from comparing sex to the bubbling contents of a volcano to "broke my heart at the Funplex" is not as Beamonian as you may suspect.

--The chorus alone is better than anything that appeared on Good Stuff.

--It manages not to sound like anything they've done before. This means no twisting, mal-tuned riffs but rather a wall of slow-release timebomb guitars and club-ready beats.

--Kate and Cindy. Together again. Gay men have never been so happy about two women getting together.

--Fred Schneider, having words with fun (yes, you read that right): "Private property--hippie be quiet!"; "Misery at the Funplex!/And there’s too much sex!/The world is goin' to hell/And what is that horrible smell?"

Dear rest of album, be as good or better. Thanks, a fan since '83, Jenn B.

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