Post by blade on Feb 17, 2011 20:24:45 GMT
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Gigs // Sad Day for Puppets
By Louise Goodliffe
The Social, Tuesday 8 February 2011
They say the past is a foreign country. Heck, ask Of Montreal, and they'd even try to tell you it's a Grotesque Animal. Yet a night spent navel-inspecting to Sad Day for Puppets' Swedish pop wares had me awash with nostalgia. I rapidly became misty-eyed for Friday night crumpet-toasting TOTP sessions watching Nina Persson et al, wishing I was a cracked-out Scandinavian pop nymph backed by a rank of follicley virile Nordic he-men. Sigh.
Alas, I am not. Anna Eklund - progeny of the magnificently monikered Stockholm satellite town Blackeberg - however, is. Slightly hoarse and porcelain-delicate, she strikes a fragile tea-quaffing figure among her all-male band. Waifish appearance, though, belies the ethereal bent of her cobwebbed vocals, never lost amongst the soar and dive of Dinosaur Jr-indebted guitar arcs.
Tracks like 'Monster & the Beast' trace a direct line back to the glimmering gloom of The Cranberries, and Ekland and bassist Svenson-Metes' beguilingly earnest dual harmonies deftly pin themselves over grungey west coast guitar washes. While single 'Sorrow Sorrow' gives a wistful acquittal of dejection-bred angst, it is without the windtunnel guitar hails which give their furrowed-brow tendancies bite.
While not turning the world on its axis, with albums like Pale, Silver & Shiny Gold, SDFP are purveying a very fine in intelligent, engaging pop, and doing it every bit as well as their contemporaries (this could well be the band Let's Buy Happiness might have been if they'd led a parallel life, mislaid their American Football albums and dedicated themselves to a My Bloody Valentine homage...). Sad day for those wanting a shake-up, top drawer day for reminiscence...
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Gigs // Sad Day for Puppets
By Louise Goodliffe
The Social, Tuesday 8 February 2011
They say the past is a foreign country. Heck, ask Of Montreal, and they'd even try to tell you it's a Grotesque Animal. Yet a night spent navel-inspecting to Sad Day for Puppets' Swedish pop wares had me awash with nostalgia. I rapidly became misty-eyed for Friday night crumpet-toasting TOTP sessions watching Nina Persson et al, wishing I was a cracked-out Scandinavian pop nymph backed by a rank of follicley virile Nordic he-men. Sigh.
Alas, I am not. Anna Eklund - progeny of the magnificently monikered Stockholm satellite town Blackeberg - however, is. Slightly hoarse and porcelain-delicate, she strikes a fragile tea-quaffing figure among her all-male band. Waifish appearance, though, belies the ethereal bent of her cobwebbed vocals, never lost amongst the soar and dive of Dinosaur Jr-indebted guitar arcs.
Tracks like 'Monster & the Beast' trace a direct line back to the glimmering gloom of The Cranberries, and Ekland and bassist Svenson-Metes' beguilingly earnest dual harmonies deftly pin themselves over grungey west coast guitar washes. While single 'Sorrow Sorrow' gives a wistful acquittal of dejection-bred angst, it is without the windtunnel guitar hails which give their furrowed-brow tendancies bite.
While not turning the world on its axis, with albums like Pale, Silver & Shiny Gold, SDFP are purveying a very fine in intelligent, engaging pop, and doing it every bit as well as their contemporaries (this could well be the band Let's Buy Happiness might have been if they'd led a parallel life, mislaid their American Football albums and dedicated themselves to a My Bloody Valentine homage...). Sad day for those wanting a shake-up, top drawer day for reminiscence...