Prince And 3RDEYEDGIRL'S "PRETZELBODYLOGIC"
Plectum Electrum rectum
Ahhhh, yes, the big one folks, the dream we all dream of SEX!!! You know the concept being “PRETZELBODYLOGIC” , nod at sweaty bodies smushed up in heat and oddyshapes of desire, very funky and wild and kinda stale but that is also why we’re here.
We’re here for Prince because he’s still the head Funker, the one who did what Sly Stone only promised, the one who brought white pop in black soul. Yes, he was that great but he isn’t now and Prince’s problem is that he thinks he is better than he actually may be, sometimes he is so good but… well, actually what was the last decent album he recorded. Funnily, he has kinda sucked ever since that weirdo “Slave” shit written on his face and turned his name to a squiggle.
Remember Crystal Ball -that triple from the mid-90s. It had maybe a half dozen killer tracks and endless pointless jams and try as he might he is just another funk star when he hunkers down in a groove. Like, he forgets that, not unlike motown, it is the crossover appeal that works.
“PRETZELBODYLOGIC” is just another reworking of “Iron Man” with a bass taking overfor the guitar riff, and a full on hard funking all girl band behind it, plus a wicked guitar solo. But it is derivative and pointless, it also a lameneness to its core being; halfway through you are wondering how we reached this place, why is Prince and a back up band copping a feel off Ozzy? And will Ozzy sue?
What a nasty piece of work Prince is.
Grade: C
