Supposedly their attempt to make a smugness- and irony-free album,
Cake
's third release does hold back the barbs a bit more than usual. And the strain shows. In these guys' hands, love songs without smirks and
pop
tunes straight up come out forced. So, they often fall back into familiar territory: postmodern takes on postmodern life. Flipping between earnest
alt-rock
rhythms and jittery, funky
jazz
that somehow manages to whitewash both styles,
Prolonging the Magic
works best when
lay on the irony extra heavy, or when they make their sober ambitions mesh slightly with the type of smart-ass
they've based a career on (like the formulaic
"Never There"
). At least they seem to realize their place in the
universe as a
novelty
band with chops, counteracting the genre's overwhelming seriousness with a light dose of heavy-handed yuks. ~ Michael Gallucci