Hey hey! It's the Handy Warhols!
Hey hey! It’s the Handy Warhols! Among a great lineage of Australians (Nick Cave, The Go-Betweens) who wished they’d been born in the Lower East Side, rather than in a country enlivened by large insects, The Vegastones try to rock the louche drawl but can’t quite restrain themselves from over-excitability. ‘Drag Queen Eyes’ (“Super drug/A morphine dream”, they murmur, fresh from RhymingDictionaryDisasters.com), like a lot of not terribly successful dances round that crumbling ballroom ‘faded glamour’, conjures not the desired images of flickering neon, smoky-eyed doomed maidens and fellows in narrow trousers, but rather of [I]Blue Peter[/I], bracing walks, and Sally Magnusson presenting [I]Songs Of Praise[/I]. You know, The Vegastones sound like [I]jolly nice people[/I], and that surely can’t have been the idea at all.