Stefan Kendal Gordy and Skyler Husten Gordy, respectively the son and grandson of Motown founder Berry Gordy, have presumably never had to do a day's work in their lives. So, given unlimited leisure time and unimaginable wealth, what do you do? You party, and you party non-stop.
The tone of the uncle-nephew electro-rappers' second album is set with the line "And if she has a hissy fit because you're whiskey-dicked, just say... sorry for party rocking!" Imagine The Bloodhound Gang having a dumb-off with the early Beasties at an old skool rave, and you've got the measure of it. Taken in individual portions, they're a refreshing jolt to the system, but a whole album's worth feels like being force-fed a gallon of Sunny Delight.
But, love them or hate them, one can never accuse LMFAO of slacking in the relentless fight for their right to party rock.