Talkshow Boy's second album, "Watch As I Perform My Own Tracheotomy", is an absolute mess of an album that somehow comes out of the positive end. This, in my opinion, is Talkshow Boy's best album. This was all made by one person, too! Adrian K-Sahara is the Talkshow Boy himself, and at a tender, young age of 20, he made this album, along with another album, "perestroika love", which was...41 songs? Is that right?
...Yea, his debut album was 41 songs long. Jesus Christ.
His songs have been described as "the songs of pagans filtered through mid-90s Euro dancepop - asinine handclap bullshit paired with obligatory fandom-centric shoutouts", which, while that might be a lot to take in, isn't completely wrong. A lot of these songs are hard pop tracks that deal with problems that a for-the-most-part hopeless romantic would be dealing with, along with other things that would be relatable to more people. Heartbreak, obsession with someone, trying to leave an impression on somebody - this album deals with the whole spectrum of trying to get a girlfriend and more. I personally didn't find the true magic of this album until I listened to it after going through all the same problems that were presented in the lyrics.
Three Cheers was an extremely therapeutic song after dealing with a breakup with he-who-shall-not-be-named, because I knew exactly what Adrian had been going through. One lyric from that song that's stuck with me for the longest time was 'you make me scared to be loved', because I went through the same thing! Think of Why Bother by Weezer. You go out with someone, and the breakup makes you feel so awful that you don't wanna go out with anybody anymore because you don't want to experience breakup again. Or, at least, that's what I got from Why Bother and Three Cheers.
Adrian's performance in vocals doesn't have much emotion, though his cute and clear voice works perfectly for most of the instrumentals on the songs. Some of the lyrics are inaudible, but I'd blame that less on his vocals and more on the instrumentals. Despite this, his vocals aren't monotonic - they serve the whole set of emotions you'd expect from somebody dealing with obession, heartbreak, love, et cetera.
When you haven't been in the zone, however, this album likely won't make much sense for you, but that's alright. The magic isn't all in the lyrics. The sampling, vocals, and instrumentals all have their own nooks and crannies that make them different from one another, and fresh. The short runtime, only being about 39 minutes, also makes this incredibly easy to relisten to, along with all the other redeeming qualities of the album. There are truthfully no visible flaws with this album, if you ask me. It's nearly perfect.