Pseudo-bad girl Uffie took the hipsterverse by storm four years back with her girlie gangsta anthem “Pop the Glock.” On her debut Sex Dreams, her limited musical and lyrical abilities are exposed. Poor Uffie. Staking claim as the brattiest-bad-girl-princess is hard work, with all the Yelles, Lady Sovereigns and Ke$has vying for the title. Sure, the Ed Banger factory – supplemented by The Rapture, Pharrell and Madonna’s Mirwais – all churn out edible electro-pop beats, but Uffie’s utterly insipid observations and self-avowed creative ineptness (“Don’t worry if I write rhymes, I write checks,” she assures on “Difficult”) make it a whiny, vocodered mess. Irony never sounded so painful.
