CSS' name, an abbreviation of the Brazilian-Portuguese phrase "Cansei de Ser Sexy," is
literally translated to "I got tired of being sexy."
If they were tired of being
sexy, it sure didn't show. With the help of airplay gained from
the ubiquitous, ad-fave "Music Is My Hot, Hot Sex," CSS emerged as an exuberant, defiant, foulmouthed group of
Brazilian youngsters with incredible dance-pop sensibility and a lead singer whose lyrics and persona commanded sexual energy. Sure,
they were a little campy, but moreover, they were a lot of
Fast forward two years, subtract one member and add Madonna/M.I.A.
mixer Mike Stent, and you've got Donkey. What results is a very listenable
and particularly inoffensive collection of catchy but
forgettable dance beats with simple hooks. CSS is stripped of the
qualities that made it the charmingly objectionable crush of two
summers ago. And note, this is not the sexy kind of stripped this time around.
However, there are moments where the spunky, unpredictable CSS of old seeps
through, and these refreshing bits alone provide hope that all is
not lost for the group's future. Lead vocalist Lovefoxxx's piercing screams on
the domestic-abuse-inspired single "Rat Is Dead (Rage)" recall
the band's unstoppable energy. And the unyielding but poignantly
welcome guitar chaos on the same track revives what was interesting
about the band in the first place, but this chaos is rarely
rediscovered on Donkey. Similarly, lines like "Desperate living /
Hairspray / Baltimore with Tanqueray / Live your life John Waters way" from
"Jager Yoga" are a return to form in their astute jabs and observations
of contemporary pop culture.
But the rest of the album is dominated by tame attempts at party
anthems ("Let's Reggae All Night") and generic Blondie allusions
("Move") that make it seem as though the band was going for a more mature straight-forward pop approach. The group largely disregards its local
Brazilian music scene and has professed love for such American acts as
Hole, and while CSS' music is not directly comparible to that of Courtney Love and Co., the band seems to be carving a similarly unique niche. It seems odd to say a band whose claim to fame stems largely from an iPod commercial has since then become too homogenized, but on Donkey, all the qualities that set them apart seemed to get lost in the shuffle.