It seems a little odd that this synth-pop/performance art duo felt the need to make a statement on the theme of “entertainment” this late in the game - after all, their blend of retro dance blips, pretense and club-kid camp has been about little else, and almost single-handedly redefined the term for nightlifers straddling the subway lines between the dance floor and the gallery. In any case, what Fischerspooner's third full-length reflects more than anything about entertainment is the fleeting and cyclical nature of its tastes, because less than a decade after they appeared on the scene as ahead-of-their-time pop-life provocateurs, here they come off as dated and predictable. Entertainment isn't bad, and has its impressive moments, like “We Are Electric” and the interesting juxtaposition of vocals and rhythm in “Amuse Bouche” (clever!). But too often, it relies on rote, self-consciously moody Depeche Mode-isms, rendering the experience somewhat uninspired. Hey, maybe that's what they were trying to say about pop culture all along; if so, mission accomplished. - Scott Harrell