With one swift transatlantic exchange of contracts, the '80s party has suddenly gone a bit flat...
With one swift transatlantic exchange of contracts, the ’80s party has suddenly gone a bit flat. Zoot Woman’s bass player and chief fashionista, Stuart Price, aka Jacques Lu Cont, has temporarily left after being hired to tour the world with Madonna. A new, not-at-all famous bassist is standing in. Let’s keep the Moët on ice.
Frankly, we could do with Price’s pretentious star quality. Temping bassist John Fortis plays the songs fine, but hasn’t quite got the all-important image. He looks like one of those flat-faced [I]EastEnders [/I]blokes (cheating grease monkey Gary, to be specific) and smiles in all the wrong places, actually looking like he’s enjoying himself.
Fortunately, the rest of the band are a stylish model of restraint. The opening synthesizer gallop, ‘You And I’, is all clean lines and pre-programmed electro, connecting Zoot Woman with the likes of Felix Da Housecat and Ladytron as much as ’80s cats
Hall & Oates.
Singer Johnny Blake then visibly steels himself for a spiky ‘Living In A Magazine’. Refusing to smile, just like the style-mag habitues he’s singing about (many of whom are here tonight), Blake has enough charisma to survive without Price. It just makes his
There’s something nervously controlled about songs like ‘It’s Automatic’ and ‘Information First’, an uncertain meeting of man
and machine. And their roughed-up cover of Kraftwerk’s ‘The Model’ sounds like they’d genuinely enjoy talking fashion with Gisele over dinner at The Ivy. But that’s something Price will be able to tell them about when he comes home.