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Something For Rockets Everybody Loves a Lot 5 minutes, 23 seconds |
For the longest time I did not believe there was something about rockets. That image of the skyward-streaking phallus, its metal shaft probing heaven’s vault, as it were. It seemed so desperately Freudian. But there is something about these Rockets — Something For Rockets, to be nomenclaturally precise.
Their medium is eurotrash dance, a medium that at first blush one wouldn’t believe them to be at home. Indeed, the lead singer, it is oft reported trivially, is the son of violinist Itzhak Perlman. In interviews, his son Rami would have you believe that he somehow drew upon the classical influences that must have filled his house in youth, and condensed that time-worn fullness into dance beats. Itzhak’s influence is lost, but unnecessary.
In “Everybody Loves a Lot,” Rami sings the couplet Everybody loves a lot / everybody loves a lot / you’re not always there. In a heartbreaking counterpoint, self-aware and self-effacing in serpentine chambers where the mind contorts snakelike and the heart cannot follow, he returns: Everybody loves a lot / everybody loves a lot / you’re not always there. He gets up. You’re not always there. It’s not him. You’re not always there.
The younger Perlman may have been talking about love between people, but this critic knows something else everybody will love a lot: this song.
The other tracks on the album are execrable.