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.
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.