Featuring a steady barrage of beeps, blips, chunky bass and pounding rhythms, Manhood is the second album by Australian electro-pimp, Muscles.
As the album’s name would suggest, the lyrics mostly deal with entering adulthood, and what that means for a hipster DJ who never wants to grow up. Thematically it’s all a bunch of nonsense, because no one is listening to Muscles for his beer-soaked philosophical musings on life.
Why one would intentionally give himself a name so dumb is beyond me, but I suspect that he may have an obsession with those tiny plastic wrestling figures from the 80s, M.U.S.C.L.E. (Millions of Unusual Small Creatures Lurking Everywhere). We are of course; talking about the same guy who called his debut album Guns Babes Lemonade and has consistently opted for some of the worst album art I’ve ever seen, so I guess it makes sense.