Kenny Foster envelopes social critique in sunny yet thought-provoking pop with “Poor Little Trillionaire.” Going for a Frank Zappa-inspired strain of psychedelic rock, with an indie-rock flair in the vocal treatment, the piece stuns in an effortlessly chill way. Their ear for melody is profound, resting right at the core of everything. An original approach to the arrangement, aspects of electronica, jazz-rock, dance rock, fusion, and world music. It is a highly original approach. They focus heavily on lyricism, allowing the verses to cascade in this warped form of storytelling.
Such a small, understated opening to the rest of the song. A broken-down drum machine keeps pace as little synthesizers flutter their way through. Upon the inclusion of the vocals, things really come into bloom. The exploration of social pressures, the way we tell ourselves that we will one day be rich, gives rise to the idea that the American poor are just temporarily embarrassed millionaires. Due to that one single form of thought, there’s a lot less flux within the United States versus other countries where populations realize the chasm between the rich and poor is vast. In some ways, that limits dissent, but in others, it makes it far more tempting for those in power to take advantage of those who have less. Unlike most places, the United States can point to those ‘lesser thans,' so things can remain comfortable, as there is always someone to punch down.
“Poor Little Trillionaire” has a gleeful delivery undercutting the relatively strange situation that defines the poor’s view of the rich, and vice versa.










