Album Review: It’s A Risqué Business by More Like The Movies
Let’s cut to the chase—More Like The Movies’ debut album, It’s A Risqué Business, is one of those rare gems that feels like a mixtape your cool older sibling made for you in the early 2000s. Except this time, it’s legit, and no one’s borrowing your Discman without asking. Released under Not On Label (which sounds suspiciously like something an indie band would name their label after being rejected by five others), this pop record from the US hits all the right notes—or at least most of them.
The tracklist? Oh, it’s got personality. Tracks like “Storybook Ending” and “Fake It Like A Polaroid” are where the album really shines. Take “Storybook Ending,” for example. This song slaps harder than your ex’s excuses. It’s catchy as hell, with lyrics sharp enough to make you rethink every fairy tale you’ve ever been fed. Spoiler alert: life ain’t no Disney movie, but hey, who needs happily-ever-afters when you’ve got hooks this good?
Then there’s “Fake It Like A Polaroid.” If I had a dollar for every time I hummed this tune while pretending not to care about something, I’d have… well, probably just enough to buy another copy of this album. The chorus sticks to your brain like gum on a hot sidewalk, and honestly? That’s not a bad thing. There’s something oddly satisfying about faking confidence while dancing around your room like nobody’s watching.
Other tracks like “Hate To See Her Go (Love To Watch Her Leave)” bring some sass into the mix, and “Let’s Settle This With A Dance Off” is exactly what it sounds like—a quirky bop that makes you want to challenge someone to a showdown à la Napoleon Dynamite. But let’s be real, not every song here will blow your socks off. Some tracks feel more like filler than fire, but hey, even Happy Meals come with fries you don’t eat.
What strikes me most about It’s A Risqué Business is how unapologetically fun it is. Sure, it might not reinvent the pop wheel, but it doesn’t need to. Instead, it gives us permission to embrace our inner drama queens (and kings) and dance through the messiness of life. And honestly, isn’t that what pop music should do?
So yeah, listen to this album. Just don’t blame me if you find yourself fake-smiling through awkward family dinners because you can’t stop thinking about polaroids and dance-offs. Final verdict? Solid B+. Not perfect, but definitely worth adding to your playlist—right between Taylor Swift and whatever guilty pleasure you refuse to admit you still love.
Also, random thought: why does risqué sound way cooler than risky? Food for thought.
