Rating:
A couple bumps and one grind
The skinny:
We don’t spend much time shaking our booty on the dance floor of life, but Jerome Gray and Mick Collins, the No. 1 brothers behind the Voltaire Brothers apparently do. Although it’s released in 2003, I Sing the Booty Electric sounds like an attempt to rewrite the soundtrack to Car Wash. We, on the other hand, tried to rewrite the soundtrack to Star Wars, but then realized playing with the action figures was fulfilling enough.

If you liked this album, you’d like:
Asses—big ol’ round, shakin’ asses!

Who else likes this album?
Anyone who adds “licious” to every other word, the funky fresh, Bubblicious.

What does the Man think of this?
What the heck does “honky” mean? I looked it up and the dictionary and it wasn’t there. I asked my children and they just laughed at me. So, I called the first Jackson I found in the phone book, asked the person who answered, and they told me it had something to do with my rhythm. Now I’m going to honky up the dance floor!

No one in this band seems to have Voltaire for a first or last name. That’s odd, wouldn’t you say?
We wouldn’t say it’s odd, but we would say it’s oddlicious.

Did we listen to this?
Of course we did, you jive-talkin’ turkey.

Tantalizing tidbits:
As instructed from the professor of fresh, Shaq O’Neal: “Don’t fake the funk on a nasty dunk.” (We’ve always wanted to say that in a review.)

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