Review Summary: Trip to the dentist not included.
This right here equals pure, unfiltered, unhinged, unsurpassable Perfume. Their rank perfume infiltrates filtrations with electronic wizzles and hard candy bass boops. If you like the synth approach welcome to the future or the past, however, the musical mania is undeniable. Synth-y, house-y, Japanese-y, pop-y, oh my! My door is always open to these girls, they bring the magical aura to the party. Girls in a candy store, the joy of sugary selections and glistening wrappings > average pop. Recommended for sweet toothed mortals that indulge in sweaty dances. It’s a return to triangular form. It’s catchy, it’s fun, their infectious energy and harmonizations are for everyone.
There will be those that shrug at the quality, with a truly baffling shrug. The beats are undeniable, whilst the chorus engine roars. Light and fluffy, cute and cuddly, the music is pink and bubbly. Sadly, candy eventually sickens, and does not give the satisfaction of having eaten a Fettuccini Alfredo from an expensive restaurant. Plasma is a cute little trip, a momentarily enjoyable treat. This is who they are, this is what they do is the message. It’s another solid Perfume album, but no breakthrough.
