Jason Forrest

Any smarmy hack can slap on a Fu Manchu and cop some Travolta moves, but it takes a fearless artist to turn the radio pop of the much-maligned '70s into an aesthetic revelation. Here, former WFMU DJ and IDM miscreant Jason Forrest gives me-decade sound chunks--mirror-ball disco, classic rock, bubblegum pop--a loving blastoff. One track pits the Cars and Creedence Clearwater Revival in a pinball battle to the death, another gives Elton John electronic boob implants. It's both subversive and respectful, vaporizing mash-up amateurism and retro pretense on contact.

Grade: B+