London Soho Wag Club
[B]Russell Senior[/B], formerly of [a]Pulp[/a] is currently under the impression that he's [a]Phil Spector[/a]...
The guitarist. It's Russell Senior, formerly of Pulp and currently under the impression that he's Phil Spector. He's wearing sunglasses, a suit, a neat mod fringe and a permanent frown. At his feet, for some reason, lie eight effects pedals.
Then there's Debbie Lime, the vampish singer. She's no great shakes but looks fantastic as she towers over the rest of the band in her high heels. She carries herself like a nervous Stars In Their Eyes contestant, all contrived hip sways and self-conscious pouts, but she is, quite plainly, already a star.
And the music? Dangerous, sexy and brimful of attitude, right? Well, no, not really. It's conservative neo-Britpop with glam affectations, actually, or, on debut single and opener 'Mon Camion', the whipsmart melodic suss of Blondie. Nothing new, in other words, which is a little disappointing not least because Senior's role in this particular group of misfits is effectively the same as it was in Pulp, only less enjoyable. More tragically, Powder were crucified for similar crimes against music not so long ago.
"Versace", Debbie drawls vapidly on one song, "Gucci, Galliano, Moschino". You just hope their press shots look amazing.
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