Pitchfork

This (possibly sincere) attempt to merengueify Lennon's optimistic threat, via lame synth tones, plays like an ethnicity-baiting Andy Kaufman test of an audience's dignity. But such is true of hundreds of oddball or talentless net-only acts languishing in bandwidth backwaters, dreaming perhaps of a one-day booking a gig in a mini-storage unit. I can't trust the nonglish that Google's translator function yields for the bouyant spoken-word interval; it might be a dedication to a woman? Anglo monoglots eager to shush associates who take the Beatles or Caetano Veloso too seriously will relish this campy download, which manages to make a pop prophet's utopia annoying. Lennon's legacy is safe-- for Leiko the Dog of the Fifth Dimension to poop on.