Although it looks like I am spending most of my blogspace shilling for shows around the area, I thought it might be nice to drop a review in from time to time.
The Vivian Girls self titled disc dropped back in September of '08, so there has probably been enough time lapsed for a backlash to start against them. Everyone knows indie hipsters hate for other people to like what they like. Hopefully this is not the case with the Vivian Girls.
This trio of Brooklyn chicks have a sound that harkens back to the heyday of K Records; back when they were fostering upstarts like The Beat Happening, Modest Mouse and Chicks on Speed, not folky navel gazers like Mirah. And as tired as it is to say, the main influences that jump out at you listening to them are The Velvet Underground and The Pixies, with maybe a touch of some of more primitive Yeah Yeah Yeah tracks.
But don't let my lack of creative reference discount the sheer awesomeness of this disc. These girls make a clatter akin to beating your dick on an aluminum trash can lid while building up a wall of sound taller than Phil Spector's jewfro. If anyone can fill the void left by the dissolution of Sleater Kinney, Vivan Girls are as capable as anyone else. More fun than Fannypack, hotter than The Donnas and louder than Bratmobile.
Tracks:
Tell The World
Where Do You Run To
Damaged
But don't let my lack of creative reference discount the sheer awesomeness of this disc. These girls make a clatter akin to beating your dick on an aluminum trash can lid while building up a wall of sound taller than Phil Spector's jewfro. If anyone can fill the void left by the dissolution of Sleater Kinney, Vivan Girls are as capable as anyone else. More fun than Fannypack, hotter than The Donnas and louder than Bratmobile.
Tracks:
Tell The World
Where Do You Run To
Damaged
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