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| CD Review by Aubrey McInnis MAKE UP • Steamy album number six delivers soul, squeals, shivers and plenty of gospedelic yeh-yeh delights from Washington, D.C. quartet. The instant that Ian Svenonius delivers his first line – my goodness. How many different ways can you communicate through a stereo? Backed by deliciously indulgent R&B, brief funky forays and loose psychedelic swirls, Svenonius makes a fiery spectacle of himself for you... slinky, sensual desire has transformed this provocative album into a goading exploitation of lust. From "Call Me Mommy" to "(Make Me A) Feelin’ Man" to "C’mon, Let’s Spawn" – sure to be the pick-up line for the new millennium – you’re locked in as the centre of his attention. While his delicate voice teeters away on the brink of desperation only to break and punctuate every swell of emotion, he’s yours from the first hungry inhale to the last moaning plea. At the end of the trip, we’re firmly planted under Svenonius’s thumb, although he makes it sound the other way around. He does everything but meow and pushes Save Yourself to a fully enrapturing album. 4/5 |
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