CSS - 'Liberation'
It seems almost perverse to think that CSS are celebrating their eighth birthday next month. The Brazilian quintet have always been music’s neon toddlers; they brought face paint, flowers, fun and a disco-funk-punk debut to a monochrome...
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CSS’ debut was a collection of postmodern private gags set to acrobatic electro bleeps and thuds. It was brilliant, a defining record of 2006, but a gnawing doubt remained; were they just a playful art-house prank or, worse, the greatest novelty...
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If CSS are the physical embodiment of the best party ever, this is the bit when the drugs kick in and you pull the fitty you’ve been eyeing up all night. Those layered guitar-shards are actually the noise The Strokes should be making right now...
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Lovefoxxx chomps like a baby with a bottleful of rum in a song that is a couple of handclaps and a sleighbell solo away from being The Perfect Pop Song. Imagine if Phil Spector (before the court cases and white afro years) got locked in a cupboard...
CSS: Korova Bar, Liverpool, Wednesday November 15
First up, a bit of biology: is the Y chromosome entangled in your genetic make-up? OK. Whip off your belt and peer down into your undercrackers: is that a cock dangling between your legs? Alright. Finally – and if you’ve answered yes to both...
CSS: Alala
Oh Lovefoxxx, to whom shall we compare thee? Funkier than Peaches Geldof after a night at Donny Tourette’s place; cooler than Kate Long Blondes after a week in Iceland, more unapproachable than what’s-her-name out of The Raveonettes – no...
CSS: Stealth, Nottingham; Saturday, September 2
Whether you happen to be from the wildest parts of São Paulo, the meanest streets of the East Midlands or just a small cul-de-sac outside Barnsley, Saturday night is unquestionably the time to get your groove on. This is something that slinky...
