Warpaint bassist channels her main band's somnolent atmospheres on solo debut
Pulverising sex jam from our favourite Brazilians
But what of the music, we hear you cry? After the sublime disco-funk of ‘Let’s Make Love And Listen To Death From Above’ comes ‘Alala’. Christ. So this is what electro-rock should sound like! The bass roars like an old-banger being given the last rites in a Glasgow scrapyard. Distorted synths sting like Vaseline on an open wound. And then there’s Lovefoxxx, sending endorphins shooting through your cerebral cortex with every sexually ambiguous word. “Alala!/Alala!/You’re so cool/Can I be your friend/I’ll drive you to the end!”, she yelps suggestively, clearly aghast at having found someone cooler than she is.
Who can match São Paulo’s sleaziest for danceability as 2006 draws to a close? Funnier than Peaches, funkier than Klaxons, weirder than The Horrors – ‘Alala’ will send indie wallflowers zombie-like to the moshpit worldwide, where they will be left sobbing and broken by its primordial pulse.
“I’m doing the talking/But I don’t get nothing!” yelps Lovefoxxx, as your correspondent blacks out. As unstoppable as next week.
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