On her third album, the former Nickelodeon star sheds the cute popstar image, adopting a message of empowerment that rings true
The End Of A Beautiful Career
Smart cookies, those [a]Angelica[/a] tykes...
But in a refreshingly unselfconscious, winningly ingenuous fashion that sways and grins with a tipsy fortitude all of its own. There is, of course, no smoke without a righteous pop fire, and each of Angelica's pretty-on-the-outside bubblegum spitballs shares a chromosome or two with such punk-ish godheads as the Raincoats, the Pixies and (especially) Kenickie. But behind the buzzing guitars and butter-wouldn't-melt vocals, the fairy-floss melodies and battered Blondie badges, there's a sense of wilful contrariness that blows raspberries at charges of musical grave-plundery. 'Bring Back Her Head', for instance, is a cheekily dishevelled, eyelash-fluttering ode to the joys of, um, decapitation, while the fabulously petulant 'Why Did You Let My Kitten Die?' is a seething tantrum of cat-scratch guitars and little-grrrl ickiness. It's all very strange and - like finding a teeming worm farm in your niece's Polly Pocket jewel box - not a little disconcerting.
Angelica want to hug your soul and haunt your darkest dreams. Best let them get on with it.
A smarter and more mature film than the first Bad Neighbours, albeit one that still loves a good dick joke
A satisfying return to Verve form that’s also a churning maelstrom of death, riots, revolution, terrorism and two-faced politicians
Oscar Scheller’s been compared to Blur and Elastica, and that sounds about right
Medium-sized guests and the vibey sounds of tropical house combine on an album that's not quite euphoric