Attention Please establishes itself where typical pop music resides then pours blood over the whole fucking fashion show like a Chris Hargensen prom. Throughout the album, Wata slinks and serenades her way over the tracks as the only provider of vocals on the entire record.  It’s a calculated and brilliant decision.  Her casual, sometimes breathy, vocals make no attempts to hide their intended seduction and subsequent suffocation of the listener.  There is a clear femininity to Attention Please but not the nurturing or shy kind.  The effeminate personality of the record is the conniving kind; the angry deceiving succubus that tempts only to disarm.  Wata is malicious but in a far more subtle way than, say, Julie Christmas.  She’s your slightly disturbed guide through her checkered wall manor on the Boris estate and, when you’ve finally followed her all the way to the cellar, to the still calm of a woman’s dangerous grace:  the album lunges and demands you adhere to its name.

Just as all Boris releases are unique from their siblings, so is Attention Please from its twin brother Heavy Rocks.  This album explores the pop element of Boris to its farthest region and presents what mutated cadaver remains after the rigorous forty-one minute science project.  Attention Please gets what it’s after while seemingly making a statement about the mad scramble for the spotlight and what can be poured over you once you’re under it.