Irony is best in drag. Although the Twiggyesque muse of Andy Warhol died in 1971, Edie Sedgwick has been reincarnated into Perry Farrell’s twin with a drag queen fetish on Her Love Is Real….But She Is Not. Enter El Guapo’s eccentric Justin Moyer.
Don’t be fooled; what could be a lavishly tacky record actually comes out as a punk rock tribute to the hype of celebrity, much like Andy Warhol and his drug-induced entourage of musicians and socialites of his time.
Obsessed with the celebrity realm of media, Sedgwick segues from the outer limits to what would otherwise be known as average love songs by introducing humorous and frequent social commentaries of modern society.
Want to take a dive into the ‘80s? Try wallowing in a bowl of punk soup made of two parts Brat Pack and one part Alex P. Keaton with “Robert Downey Jr.,” “Molly Ringwald” and “Michael J. Fox.” But hey, “Relax, recovery! Here’s a guy doing what he should,” says it all. These songs briefly tackle genuine feeling, but often leave the listener feeling cold and empty afterwards, like the end of a five-day bender.
Perhaps this concept is intentional. During Warhol’s fame, he and Edie treated the idea of celebrity like a cold and empty void where nothing is more special than sleeping on a couch for a day on film. In that case, this record accomplishes a specific goal. For face value, however, the songs come off as short tryst of Moyer’s affection and indifference toward celebrity and love.