NME’s Hazel Sheffield reviews this week’s singles, featuring The Pipettes, Star Slinger and Teeth
The Pipettes – Boo Shuffle
Another confetti-balloon of a single from the girl group that treat their line-up like a revolving door, kind of like the Sugababes, if the Sugababes had just pootled along in mediocrity with only polka dot dresses for consistency. ‘Boo Shuffle’ sounds like The Saturdays covering Black Lace – 10 seconds in, you’ll feel like the cleaning lady picking paper and flaccid latex off the dancefloor.
Star Slinger – Dumbin’
Star Slinger is the owner of a ginger beard that, on the scale of ginger beards, falls somewhere between ‘chin curtain’ Bon Iver and ‘righteous Viking’ Will Oldham. Hero. He spent the last year mixing up singles by Deerhunter, Small Black and others, and now the Manchester-born DJ steps out with his first single proper: a polished, woozy R&B number with vocals from Missouri hip-hop artist Reggie B.
Young British Artists – Everything In Front Of You
Anyone still gutted that The Strokes’ latest album was about as interesting as watching Albert Hammond Jr’s hairline recede will find a ready alternative in YBA. ‘Everything In Front Of You’ is drunk on speed: more Tracey Emin’s unmade bed than Damien Hirst’s diamond skull. You can almost see the lager hurtling through the air at festivals.
Teeth – UR1
Poor Teeth must be sick of getting compared to Crystal Castles. The similarities persist, even though there’s less to get excited about in Teeth’s art school version of apocalo-disco. On ‘UR1’ their drummer hammers out tribal dancefloor rhythms under a mash-up of nasty synths and robot vocals. Teeth sound like they’d show The Pipettes where
to shove their polka dots, at least.
Little Roy – Lithium
Not many things are more of a headfuck than hearing Nirvana covered by a Rastafarian legend. Off the top of my head: salvia, Princess Beatrice’s taste in hats, Pete Burns, Katy Perry’s taste in hats. This comes from an entire album of Nirvana reggae revamps that manages to make them sound so rageless, a demon-free Cobain is probably sitting on a cloud in heaven smoking a fat one to this right now.
Patterns – Induction
If Patterns were at a college induction, their sticker might read ‘Neil Tennant-meets-Morrissey vocals fed through epic shimmery guitars’. Then they’d stand up in the introductions and say, “I’ll take you to a beach, we can skim pebbles and fall asleep in the grass. You won’t remember me in the morning.”
This article originally appeared in the November 26th issue of NME
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