Untitled Document Dragged from the bottom of a peat bog and zombified, the corpse of New Wave synth pop has had CPR administered to it 20 years too late and is now making appearances on the radio, in dank cellar dance clubs and the personal stereo systems of teenage urban debutantes. Walking among the ranks of the reanimated are the Lovemakers, whose major label debut Times of Romance is a textbook study of the genre.

Fronted by ex-couple Scott Blonde and Lisa Light, and iced with the confectionary keyboards of Jason Proctor, the Lovemakers are so authentically ‘80s that it’s hard to believe its videos weren’t being played during MTV’s nascence.

Just like the early days of huge hair, bad make-up and Don Johnson, the Lovemakers don’t have much to offer in terms of substance. Most of the music is programmed, pedestrian, and though the lyrics offer some lessons in sexual anatomy via innuendo, there’s absolutely nothing to be gleaned.

Behind the Robo-stomp of "Fashion," Blonde begins a rant on fashion whores that feels like it’s building up to a poignant disdain, but instead falls short into reprehensive consent. Like, totally weak.

But despite its vapid bouncing, there are some catchy hooks, "Is It Alright" and the title track, "Times of Romance" do offer lessons in pop perfection, but if you’re looking for something meatier, a night spent in the Lovemakers’ bed will definitely leave you unsatisfied.

Grade: D