Human Zoo by Electric Six (CD, 2014)

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Now on its 11th album, the Detroit rock outfit continues to grow its irreverent legacy with Human Zoo. ~ Gregory Heaney. (synthesizer, background vocals); Percussion World (drums); Kristin Von Bernthal (background vocals).

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Product Identifiers

Record LabelMep, Metropolis Records

UPC0782388095525

eBay Product ID (ePID)4046041314

Product Key Features

FormatCD

Release Year2014

GenreRock

ArtistElectric Six

Release TitleHuman Zoo

Dimensions

Item Height0.40 in

Item Weight0.24 lb

Item Length5.60 in

Item Width4.90 in

Additional Product Features

Number of Discs1

Number of Tracks12

Country/Region of ManufactureUnited States

Tracks1.1 Karate Lips 1.2 It's Horseshit! 1.3 Alone with Your Body 1.4 Satanic Wheels 1.5 Gun Rights 1.6 I've Seen Rio in Flames 1.7 (Who the Hell Just) Call My Phone? 1.8 I Need a Restaurant 1.9 Worst Movie Ever 1.10 I'm the Devil 1.11 Good View of the Violence 1.12 Afterlife

NotesThe concept of the HUMAN ZOO has existed in art and literature for centuries, thus Electric Six recognizes and accepts it is not breaking new conceptual ground by naming it's tenth studio album HUMAN ZOO. From the opening track, 'Karate Lips,' the album takes the listener into a teenage karate tournament for girls as refereed by Def Leppard. The crunchy guitars hit you in the face like a teenage foot, and you immediately remember why you purchased this latest Electric Six album. Like many E6 albums, HUMAN ZOO does not have one defining sound; rather, it is a sampler plate of the entire history of rock and roll music. Like Motown - now they are doing Motown. 'Alone with Your Body' is the feel-good necrophilia anthem of the summer, and sees the band embracing this oft-overlooked section of their hometown's musical history. From there we ramble into the spaghetti-western marching-band good times of 'Gun Rights,' the triumphant Disnification of 'I've Seen Rio in Flames,' and the absurd hip-hop of '(Who the Hell Just) Call My Phone.' But it's not an E6 album until the closer is better than the rest of the record combined. The gorgeous, haunting pop of 'The Afterlife' might be the greatest thing the band has ever done. Ever.