CHRISTGAU CONSUMER GUIDE
BERLIN: "Pleasure Victim" (Geffen):: Although my tastes in porn don’t run to designer whips, Terri Nunn’s sex-object impersonation on the cunningly entitled “Sex (I’m a...)” generates a mild buzz. But that’s the only good part—the rest is flimsy synthpop sans even a flash of pink, unless songs about the Metro make you wet your pants.
CHRISTGAU CONSUMER GUIDE
DEPARTMENTS
by
Robert Christgau
BERLIN: "Pleasure Victim" (Geffen):: Although my tastes in porn don’t run to designer whips, Terri Nunn’s sex-object impersonation on the cunningly entitled “Sex (I’m a...)” generates a mild buzz. But that’s the only good part—the rest is flimsy synthpop sans even a flash of pink, unless songs about the Metro make you wet your pants. C +
KATE BUSH: The Dreaming" (EMI America):: The most impressive Fripp/Gabriel-style art-rock album of the postpunk refluence makes lines like “I love life” and “Some say knowledge is something that you never have” say something. Part of the reason is that Bush is flaky enough to seek the higher plane in “a hired plane,” although as you might expect the resulting analysis often crumbles under scrutiny. It also helps that the emotional range of her singing sometimes approaches its physical range, although when it doesn’t you’d best duck. But the revelation is the dense, demanding music, which gets the folk exoticism of current art-rock fashion out of mandolins and uillean pipes and digeridus rather than clumsy polyrhythms, and goes for pop outreach with hooks rather than clumsy polyrhythms. B +