Tizzy

Befriend Us (Pop Narcotic)
by Steve Tremain

More bouncy girl-pop arrived in the mail, and I dutifully go to work on Tizzy. Fun-lovin’ lyrics (“Spock looks at me, questioning my logic. He says ‘Hey man, I got something in my pocket'”) are mixed with deeper ones (“It’s myself I want to harm”). The music is tight and well-produced, but ultimately, there’s too much gloss and not enough tension. It’s the kind of thing to play in the spring, at a party, where there’s a lot going on so you can’t concentrate on the music very much. The name says it all.