Kill City : White Boys Brown Girl
Querulous dance-punks' cranky debut. Quite, erm, more-ish
Heard that new [a]Prodigy[/a] album? Overblown, egotistical, short on laughs: it’s yet more proof that the last century’s electro-rock pioneers are fast turning into this decade’s millionaire prog rockers, raging against the dying of the light(sticks).Kill City’s Lisa Moorish knows this. As mother to children by both Liam Gallagher and Pete Doherty, as well as being partial to the odd Horlicks with Primal Scream, she is both a tabloid wet dream and indie princess from the royal bloodline and, as a result, a curious authority is stamped across ‘White Boys Brown Girl”s grimy grooves. If early single ‘Strychnine’ scowls like a slaughtered [a]Von Bondies[/a] two-stepping with [a][/a] and an Andrew Innes remix of the title track conjures up visions of a cosy night in with Royal Trux, unstrung tracks like ‘Tis A Pity She’s A Whore’ and ‘New York In My Pocket’ tell you all you need to know about the mental high-wire Kill City balance upon. Both utterly contemporary and dirty enough to make you feel you need a long soak in the bath afterwards.