Review by
sponiczine.com

If the Dust Brothers ever got their hands on uber-popsters Smash Mouth, reprogrammed their evil brains with Bone Thugs and Funkadelic albums, then released them back into the wild, they might sound something like P.I.C.

Sexy Picnic, besides being a great album title (just picture the lingerie-clad robots cavorting on that checkered blanket) is a genre-blurring triumph of live performances and seamless studio massaging. Apparently P.I.C. are the house band for Comedy Central's "Premium Blend," which I've never seen, but I imagine they rock the fucking crowd old-school. Turn-on-a-dime horns, delicious hip hop breaks, classic (i.e. non-gangsta) flows and sleek samples are so insistent you have no choice but to surrender and boogie.

These guys are clearly having a lot of fun, as playful lyrics like, "Who says it's gonna make you go blind? I've got a sexy picnic in mind," attest. The dynamic, richly-layered instrumentation expertly juggles unpredictable changes. Sometimes you wish they'd chill out and let the songs breathe a bit, falling prey to the same malady that afflicted much of Zappa's late '70s output. For the most part though, P.I.C.'s shamelessly catchy distillation of rock, funk, rap and mambo is the perfect party music. These guys' instincts are right on the mark.

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