Sacred Hearts Club
The L.A. alt-pop band gets freaky, funky, and totally psychedelic on *Sacred Hearts Club*. Their third album moves through styles and decades in a flash, starting with electro-rap hybrid \"Pay the Man,\" to the Prince-like falsetto fits of \"Doing It for the Money,\" the slow-burn funk of \"Sit Next to Me,\" and the psych-pop sing-along \"Static Space Lover,\" which spirals into a Beach Boys-worthy California dream. By \"Loyal Like Sid & Nancy,\" all the time-traveling collides into a weird, wild, all-out house banger.
Mark Foster enlists more beat-filled haze for his third album, a tuneful but confounding modern pop event that lands somewhere between the Beach Boys and Just Blaze.
The L.A. outfit continue a seemingly entrenched downward spiral in what is ultimately an uninspired, confused calamity of a third record.
A dauntless album that boldly demonstrates its ability to successfully cross stylistic boundaries.
Several years since they emerged with an oddly infectious indie-pop song about teenage gun crime, Foster the People can’t quite escape their debut single.
Neon-toned and deliciously funky, Foster the People's third studio album, 2017's Sacred Hearts Club, finds the group eschewing its pleasant indie pop sound in favor of an album of lightly experimental, fluorescent-lit, groove-based tracks.
There’s more than a little to like about Foster the People’s new record; it also contains some of the worst music we've heard all year.