Obviously, Love & Rockets' 7th Dream Of Teenage Heaven was the perfect hybrid of Beatles psychedelia and Bowie sci-fi futurama bands like the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and Dandy Warhols. Meanwhile, much like his peers David Bowie and Prince, Daniel’s seemingly lost the plot and keeps making these embarrassing hot trips to techno hell, forever wanting to experiment with the latest fad-gadget doodad. Some inevitable forays into dumb dance music are redeemed by his inimitable Bauhausian, neon-blue-hued, liquid-amphetamine guitar lines and processed vocals phoned in from the dark side of the cartoon moon. This is what his patchouli-drenched, clove-smoking fan base purchases.
Cool stuff, if not overtly familiar, best served when it’s mostly guitar-based, weird pop. Because that’s where he excels, no matter how much he may be drawn to the youth-oriented, mostly insipid, DJ/nightclub culture. Undead, undead, indeed.
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