San Francisco resident Topher Lafata has the same bright idea lots of other former indie-rockers are riding these days: Ditch the electric guitars, mopey breakup songs and human drummers that the mid-'90s proved could be so useful and feed all that pent-up postgrad angst into the computer instead, sharpening a horny, corny electro-rap that addresses the confused twentysomething condition in a vocabulary anyone with a butt can understand. Like his peers Peaches, Har Mar Superstar and Cex, Lafata plays it both satirical and straight up, offering earnest sociocultural commentary alongside self-conscious admonitions to shake what... More >>>