PRINCESS SUPERSTAR - My Machine

Princess Superstar pounces on the opportunity to take advantage of the public’s cynical distaste for the demented superficiality of today’s musical commercialism - My Machine fights back with both intelligence and lashings of cynicism. For example, few would succeed in poking fun at Eminem in the way that Princess Superstar (Concetta Kirschner) does on Famous, not only is it brave, but it’s lyrically funny and absurdly accurate.

My Machine, Superstar’s 5th album, is more than just a contemporary concept album though – when you get past the tongue in cheek theatrics of its initial stages the album really gets busy and holds true to its deeply embedded Hip Hop heredity, whilst simultaneously attacking it.

The album is brewing and steaming by the time we reach track 5 of 25, the slow groove of On Top Bubble – and in full flow on Quitting Smoking Song, which is not only sharply funny, but completely refreshes contemporary Hip Hop as we’ve come to know it – it’s sooooooo about time Hip Hop disposed of its yawn-inducing bling bling culture and embraced its strengths with something more poignant and humorous.

There are a lot more suprises in store however; My Machine happily embraces rocky electro on tracks such as Sex, Drugs & Drugs and the bruising Artery, elements of disco on Initially, and even electroclash on I’m So Out Of Control and Push, Make It Work – although in reality these genres are simply effortlessly multi-layered throughout.

I even hunted for single material and found Pefect – which is reminiscent of Debbie Harry’s innovative rap/funk hybrid Rapture. Yet the killer track for me is definitely the title track, which amalgamates everything that is so succumbing about Princess Superstar and coats it in an irresistibly attractive post modern gloss. Yet, just when you think My Machine cannot possible have anything left to offer, the jangly guitar-oriented rock funk of The Happy glides into view – leaving you speechless at the range of this Superstar’s talent.

It’s simply impossible to ignore My Machine; no stone has been left unturned, the production is excellent – its diversity is truly admirable and it’s a lyrical treat. It will surely win every Hip Hop award of 2005 hands down, and a whole bunch more.



	PRINCESS SUPERSTAR - My Machine
	8.7
	!K7 ~ !K7185 ~ September 2005
	Princess Superstar pounces on the opportunity to take advantage of the public’s cynical distaste for the demented superficiality of today’s musical commercialism - My Machine fights back with both intelligence and lashings of cynicism. For example, few would succeed in poking fun at Eminem in the way that Princess Superstar (Concetta Kirschner) does on Famous, not only is it brave, but it’s lyrically funny and absurdly accurate. My Machine, Superstar’s 5th album, is more than just a contemporary concept album though – when you get past the tongue in cheek theatrics of its initial stages the album really gets busy and holds true to its deeply embedded Hip Hop heredity, whilst simultaneously attacking it. The album is brewing and steaming by the time we reach track 5 of 25, the slow groove of On Top Bubble – and in full flow on Quitting Smoking Song, which is not only sharply funny, but completely refreshes contemporary Hip Hop as we’ve come to know it – it’s sooooooo about time Hip Hop disposed of its yawn-inducing bling bling culture and embraced its strengths with something more poignant and humorous. There are a lot more suprises in store however; My Machine happily embraces rocky electro on tracks such as Sex, Drugs & Drugs and the bruising Artery, elements of disco on Initially, and even electroclash on I’m So Out Of Control and Push, Make It Work – although in reality these genres are simply effortlessly multi-layered throughout. I even hunted for single material and found Pefect – which is reminiscent of Debbie Harry’s innovative rap/funk hybrid Rapture. Yet the killer track for me is definitely the title track, which amalgamates everything that is so succumbing about Princess Superstar and coats it in an irresistibly attractive post modern gloss. Yet, just when you think My Machine cannot possible have anything left to offer, the jangly guitar-oriented rock funk of The Happy glides into view – leaving you speechless at the range of this Superstar’s talent. It’s simply impossible to ignore My Machine; no stone has been left unturned, the production is excellent – its diversity is truly admirable and it’s a lyrical treat. It will surely win every Hip Hop award of 2005 hands down, and a whole bunch more.