Thursday, March 24, 2005
Teenage Licks
It's time to return to one of our favourite obsessions here at TiaPL: Teenage girls thrashing about with guitars in the good name of Pop. This time it's the turn of The Faders to make us go all unnecessary, they're at the forefront of the Busted with Breasts revolution, mainly because they're the first to actually get their arses in gear and release a record, and their debut single, No Sleep Tonight is in all good records store as we speak, though judging by their midweek position, describing this whole "Busted with Breasts" thing as a revolution might be overstating the case a bit. The Busted With Breasts Polite Cough might be a little more appropriate.
No matter, just because the public have once again decided to ignore a fantastic record doesn't mean that we should, and what a tune it is. Some people have said that the track owes a debt to Lust For Life, but to be brutally honest it's more the case that Iggy Pop has already broken down the door, taken the DVD player and is making knee-cap related threats should they fail to meet their next payment. Ultimately though, this knocks Iggy's slightly plodding anthem into touch being, as it is, infused with a certain joie de vivre which Iggy couldn't hope to replicate, no matter how much virgin's blood he may care to down. As the chorus explodes into life only the truly grumpy and those without the ability to move their legs aren't dancing around the room in wild abandon, and if you're the latter then we apologise for our tasteless comment, but you can still wave your arms around in time to the tune. Unless they're gubbed as well, that is.
The video is a bit crap - they play a gig in an American school and a banner drops down with their name on. Whoopee! - but it does at least make a point of telling you what the names of the girls are. This means we can say quite definitively that the one we fancy is called Molly who, it will come as no surprise to learn, is a redhead, in the very literal sense. All Miki Berenyi hair and spiked wristbands, she is slightly full of herself, happily singing "Baby, I'm what's on your mind", but what she lacks in modesty, she more than makes up for in accuracy and as she tells the listener with a purr that they won't get no sleep tonight, a million men sigh and a million women clench their fist in a jealous manner. It's probably worth pointing out at this stage that Molly is Midge Ure's daughter, but she doesn't seem to have suffered any permanent damage as a result of this.
In conclusion then, buy it. You'd be a fool not to. If not for yourself, then do it for us. We want our guitar pop to represented by feisty, fun females for whom 'sassy' is a way of life and not just a rubbish name for a dog. If The Faders, and all the other exponents of the girl guitar pop scene, fail to make it, we'll be left with just the Noise Next Door and McFly to represent the notion of pop bands playing instruments, and if that's the case then we might as well just give up.
No matter, just because the public have once again decided to ignore a fantastic record doesn't mean that we should, and what a tune it is. Some people have said that the track owes a debt to Lust For Life, but to be brutally honest it's more the case that Iggy Pop has already broken down the door, taken the DVD player and is making knee-cap related threats should they fail to meet their next payment. Ultimately though, this knocks Iggy's slightly plodding anthem into touch being, as it is, infused with a certain joie de vivre which Iggy couldn't hope to replicate, no matter how much virgin's blood he may care to down. As the chorus explodes into life only the truly grumpy and those without the ability to move their legs aren't dancing around the room in wild abandon, and if you're the latter then we apologise for our tasteless comment, but you can still wave your arms around in time to the tune. Unless they're gubbed as well, that is.
The video is a bit crap - they play a gig in an American school and a banner drops down with their name on. Whoopee! - but it does at least make a point of telling you what the names of the girls are. This means we can say quite definitively that the one we fancy is called Molly who, it will come as no surprise to learn, is a redhead, in the very literal sense. All Miki Berenyi hair and spiked wristbands, she is slightly full of herself, happily singing "Baby, I'm what's on your mind", but what she lacks in modesty, she more than makes up for in accuracy and as she tells the listener with a purr that they won't get no sleep tonight, a million men sigh and a million women clench their fist in a jealous manner. It's probably worth pointing out at this stage that Molly is Midge Ure's daughter, but she doesn't seem to have suffered any permanent damage as a result of this.
In conclusion then, buy it. You'd be a fool not to. If not for yourself, then do it for us. We want our guitar pop to represented by feisty, fun females for whom 'sassy' is a way of life and not just a rubbish name for a dog. If The Faders, and all the other exponents of the girl guitar pop scene, fail to make it, we'll be left with just the Noise Next Door and McFly to represent the notion of pop bands playing instruments, and if that's the case then we might as well just give up.
