In A Doghouse
Self-delusion is a terrible thing....
Bedsit-confined misanthropes, however, can languish in their fetid torpor in the knowledge that 'In A Doghouse' contains more than you could ever want to know about the early Muses. There's their first self-titled album, the home-produced 'Doghouse Cassette' which preceded it, the 'Chains Changed' EP, a clutch of unreleased tracks and an enhanced CD.
Wailing banshee bobbins it might be for much of the time, but there's a scattershot beauty to it. In the grand [I]|ber[/I]-fem tradition of The Slits, The Raincoats and Hole, melodies wander around at unexpected tangents and tunes speed up and slow down with unerring frequency. This would be Emerson, Lake And Palmer if it weren't played so badly.
[I]"It reminds you of blow jobs"[/I], mutters the loopy Hersh on 'Vicky's Box'. Perhaps, but only if you've tried to get one off a family pet.
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