I kind of need to know who I am sometimes and I’m just sort of discovering that really.
Lyrics on the wistful Run Home contain the following holler “SHE’S NOT THE KIND OF GIRL WHO’LL TAKE YOU AWAY FROM YER GUITAR” (their capitals, not mine, gentle reader)
They are all the same pace, last the same amount of time and chug along in much the same fashion. And every time Prekop’s vocals kick in the heart sinks a little.
this year’s CocoRosie
You’re off your face and lost in the beat, but it’s all so repetitive that you barely notice that music is playing anymore. Sweat’s pouring off your brow and the girl you were talking to has mysteriously disappeared “to the loo” for the past hour and a half after you tried to stick your tongue down her throat.
I first heard this LP when the missus stuck it on downstairs whilst I tossed and turned; held in the throes of an appalling hangover. Apparently, the missus liked the cover art, which is a fetching drawing of a buffalo.
As you’d expect with the guitarist of a band that covered Barrett’s Dominos, there’s a distinct late 60s feel to the tracks on here
Grant is seemingly very fond of uplifting chord progressions; it seems to be a trick she’s invested heavily in and this may well be the key to this LP’s charm…
The thing is it’s bloody catchy in the way that Christina Aguliera is catchy; it should annoy you to blazes, but the song’s hooks don’t grab you as much as get you by the throat and then jump all over your quivering, gelatinous form.
There’s no filler or slightly less moments. If anything I think that Funf is going to find itself played more than their last LPs have been chez nous.