60 Foot Dolls – Pig Valentine – Review

60 Foot Dolls

Pig Valentine (Indolent)
by Chris Adams

There was a time when Paul Weller was deemed as an incendiary young upstart, brazenly hollering against the injustices of the British Class system and pretty much any other bullshit he caught in his crosshairs. Then he decided “Fook that, mate… I’m bloody Bryan Ferry, me.” Recently he’s re-emerged as an amalgam of all that we hate about the Moody Blues and Steve Winwood. This being as it is, England’s 60 Foot Dolls sound as if they’ve decided to claim the throne that Weller and the Jam abandoned in ’82. This single buzzsaws through three brief catchy songs, each branded with the choppy edge and guitar pyrotechnics that made stuff like “In The City” so exciting. Of course, it’s not as literate, inspired, or important, but as a discount pastiche it’s a dandy little listen. And the CD is a nice trashy shade of hot pink.

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