Does the world need an R&B Andrew WK? The queenly Kelly Osbourne and various indie dignitaries evidently think so, given their patronage of Sean Tillman’s farcically hypersexualised alter ego. Actual R&B fans may think otherwise, even if Har Mar Superstar’s drooling electro-funk parodies do betray a latent affection for fellow Minneapolis self-mythologiser, Prince. The thought occurs, though: why waste time on incompetent satire when the best R&B celebrates its own absurdity so effectively?
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