I had MGMT's latest album on my proverbial desk to review for about two weeks. Congratulations is their follow up to their dance pop hit Oracular Spectacular.

Oracular Spectacular had synth new wave songs that talked about saving nature, preserving trees, and loving Al Gore. Ok maybe they didn't profess their love of Al Gore, but what hipster doesn't love Al Gore?

I listened to Oracular Spectacular and it's spectacularly forgettable. I brushed it aside as merely one-hit wonders. However, I misunderstood the drawing power of females between 15-35 and Vic Wettner who love pop-dance (see Mr. Gaga's popularity). They ate Oracular Spectacular up as if it was a cinnamon flavored cock.

In their attempt to stranglebate (see David Carradine's death), the dance scene MGMT has released their second major label album and from the reviews, it blows. You can find your own terrible reviews. I am judging it by the cover, which looks like my dog ate skittles and threw up on my kitchen floor.



If it looks like barf and smells like barf, it is probably barf. Unless you have recently been to a Monotonix show, then it is probably them.