Two kings of the indie dancefloor unite for a warm, timeless take on 20th century pop and rock
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.
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