“You’ll be sitting alone somewhere, about to swallow a pill. And me? I’ll be out making love to a…SUPERSTAR.” So begins Superstar, the groovalicious first track on Australian electric, eclectic pop group GloveboX’s self-titled release on Baria Records. The capitalized portion of that lyric hits the listener with a sultry, bionic voice, as if the vocalist-and the listener-have just stepped into an alternate reality. That voice is the voice of a generation of club goers who want to listen while they dance, folks who agree with GloveboX’s adage that “to give life meaning,” it’s important to have “a sense of style,” as the band speaks on In the End. Producer/arranger Lock and singer Mishka, the duo behind this album, possess nothing if not a sense of slick, but certainly not predictable, style.
Somewhere between the most danceable Janet Jackson of the 80s and the thumping basslines of 70’s funk, this music is melodically straightforward, hyper-emotional, and quirkily positive. After singing, “Every day my head explodes,” on “Sunday Morning,” Mishka brings up the reasons why her head is exploding on “The Human Condition”: “Hasn’t anybody got a little love to share?” It’s quickly obvious that our human condition is not such a mystery to GloveboX – it’s all about love. Isn’t it nice that someone’s still singing it like it is?