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From igorandthewhale.blogspot.com:

    GENRE DEFYING

    So many times while listening to this I just wondered "What the hell is this?" Mistress Stephanie and Her Melodic Cat thoroughly destroy any genres I tried to place them into. Occasionally they're electronica, then they suddenly turn to hard rock, followed by some cabaret, and then a poppy-ish song comes up, and so on until they've played every sound possible. Along with these many genres comes... a surprisingly good CD, and not in just a laughable manner. The songs are pretty far out there lyrically and they are still able to hold themselves up instrumentally. Their synth sounds--on the songs which have them--are very well done, the keyboards are great, and their range of other instruments are strong enough to support the main draw of the band, the lyricists. The female vocalist (Mistress Stephanie) has a voice which fits the sound of the band very well, and the male vocalist (Her Melodic Cat) sings with a droning, slightly accented voice that continues to accentuate the sound of the band. They are certainly a shocking band, and their image is definitely what they are trying to use as the main draw to their band, but they do have something more behind the leather and whips, which makes this album a fun listen.

From Synthesis Weekly:

  To put Take That! figuratively, sassy Ms. Electronica walks into a new wave cabaret and periodically bumps into a suave Latin percussionist, sharing drinks and discussing the palatability of the night life’s many faces. With a pronounced upright bass and talented ivory tickling on each track, the album concurrently projects a lounge scene and an anti-lounge scene throughout the 12 cuts. “Too Hard,” “Heaven” and “I Hate Cabaret” are the album’s shiners, each one amplifying the record’s catchy vocal deliveries and imaginative musicianship. Interestingly, all of the song credits go to Adam Sultan, who doesn’t play or sing anything on the album, but that’s no matter. The record is solid—as original as pop gets these days. Enjoy.