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Despite previously passing them off as either a vanity project for Mrs
Nekroman, Transvision Vamp with a double-bass or some devious
conspiratorial Gwen Stefani-esque stab at lightweight pension fund
poppsychobilly and only going to see them cos my chums were supporting, I
have been comprehensively charmed and seduced by this rather gorgeous
little concoction (Yeah, so, I admit, I'm a world record holder in jumping
to conclusions and I refuse to pass the baton for opinionated bigotedness!).
In the face of such a squall of sassy supernovas there's little a poor
sinner can do 'cept allow yourself to be consumed by the light like some
sick fucking Mormon receiving a revelation from the lord. And this is also
despite there being more 'woah ohh' and 'heeeey yeaah's' than a
Springsteen / Bon Jovi double header at a fundraising orgy for fornicating
farmhands. Maybe this is mainly to do with the fact that Patricia Day has
a particularly lovely voice - the insouciant cool of Dame Debbie Harry,
the landscaped lungs of Peggy Lee, a whole load of Siouxsie in playful
'Peepshow' era, Kate Piersson's Georgia Peach fulsome frenetic sweetness
and vitality with a purr like the Pfeiffer as catwoman. Mi-fucking-ow!
Again it also helps that her and Nekroman seem to reside in marital bliss
besides a bountiful spring of choruses the size of their homelands that
could feasibly invade Russia in the middle of winter no problem should it
want to. But that won't be necessary thanks, for this is a beguiling and
feelgood head rush and gooey hearted confection just the right side of
sickly sweet, refreshingly free of more usual psychobilly horror movie
zombie thuggery. Cheerleader anthem 'Freaks In Uniform' has the inspired
idea that no-one ever seems to have picked up on (mail me if they have)
from 'Games People Play' to give a cursory dismissal with 'go
"NA-NA-NA-NA" yourself'; both 'Undefeated' and 'Walk Like A Zombie' are
cute and cuddly love letters in oily pants that make me want to bathe in
candy floss, especially the Pulp-like (! CoolgeekaBilly?) '...Zombie' -
'You want a mountaintop with a little castle / You wanna name our kids
Morticia and Fester' is just Emperor penguin cutesy - which along with
'Trapped' is possibly the only way you'll experience what all those wet-thighed
girls felt like being at a Bay City Rollers gig. 'Hit and Run', in spite
of a melody that at times almost runs into and over Tears For Fears
'Shout!', is like the surreal car ride in 'Wild At Heart' and luxuriates
in twinkling starburnt Gretsches. When Chris Issac hears it he'll scream
tears from the hairspray running into his eyes as he sweats trying to
remember that, yes, he used to be THIS good too. Sho', there's nothing
resplendently 'new' herein, and they sho' 'nuff know their stuff, there's
a whole loada tidbits of old songs in this custom built dragger (maybe
it's me but I'm sure 'Bring It On!' is resisting temptation to go
'Breaking The Law' and someone PLEEEASE tell me where the intro of 'Caught
In A Blonde' fell from to land in Mr Nekromans flat-top 'cos it's making
ma quiff curl – my guess at the minute is Hanoi's 'Oriental Beat' -
whichever, this is glorious too). Like a magic carpet ride on a huge cloud
of bubblegum, while at the same time having the twins from 'The Shining'
being flirty and flighty with you, squeezing your arse and pouting about on
rollerskates, a course of anti-depressants...I used to go home from work
and load the tank full of wine n' whiskey, now I play this...ha ha -
'Who's Leading You Now' Stu? If it captivated my cynical self then
hopefully it'll claim back some territory from the nu-metal and emo
hordes. |
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– Stu Gibson |
