When a record sounds like David Hasselhoff-meets-L.A.-studio-band-circa-1987, ripping is downright required. The embodiment of soulless, corporate drivel.
Cutesy chick with “who, me?” vibe makes good as front-woman in an otherwise dude-inhabited outfit. European singer Ivona would make most rock chicks beam.
A few songs here are great. I don’t giddy over male/female indie rock, but infectious songs, cute and fun without being sticky-sweet are gems you dig for.
Blend favorite flavors with shit. Imagine “this is one of my favorites” followed by biting into tinfoil. Or enjoying a $5 milkshake and suddenly tasting piss.
Opens with two Nine Inch Nails-inspired organic/electronic instrumentations. Then, the acoustic “A Girl Like You” crosses into Violent Femmes territory.
Sounding more like Look Up and Live-era Someday I mixed with The Chase Theory. Heavier, less melodramatic, and tasteful dynamics without losing the immediacy.