The lyrics are swoonsome and for once the sword remains undrawn. “Majesty” has vocals as intimate as Stina Nordenstam’s and enough sad trippy fizz to rival Crystal Castles. Hot diggity damn! Did I forget to mention The Fool is somewhat, somehow sultry?īut it’s when you glimpse Warpaint’s heart that The Fool really scores. “Nobody else has to find out / What’s in my mind tonight.” OK, less Fred ‘n’ Ginger more Nicholson ‘n’ Lange sweeping the kitchen table bare in The Postman Always Rings Twice.
“Your brown eyes in my blues skies / They light up the rivers and let the birds fly over.” Oui ma chérie, it’s bringing sexy back.
That said, only single “Undertow” has serious radio friendly unit shifter ambitions. The sweetheart harmonies and sharp lyrics too provide a dramatic counterpoint to the breakin’ thunder landscapes. Often I pictured dream team montages of Johnny Marr jamming with the Stone Roses’ drummer Reni - but y’know in heels. Definitely a stronghold in Warpaint’s armoury. The rhythm section, particularly Stella Mozgawa’s powerhouse drums, is tougher than Tyson. Literally.Īs well as claws, these girls got serious skills. It’s passion with enough love to smother you with. “You live your life like a page from the book of my fantasy.” Oooh, honey! “Don’t you call anybody else baby!” Whoop there y’go! It’s like getting a Valentine’s from Don Corleone. It may caress lullaby lush like Mazzy Star but keep your eye on the horizon. But this baby will tolerate no coochy-cooing. Once the drum ‘n’ bass heavies show up, it kicks off “What did you whisper in my ear? / The lies! / The lies!” RIGHT! EVERYBODY OUT! CALL 911! It’s a haunting, mesmerising tune but just watch your head as that pendulum swings from ‘LOVE’ to ‘DESTROY EVERYTHING’. On “Shadows”, Kokal sounds exhausted and lost like the last soul on Earth, “I’m drunk and I’m tired.” Heavenly acoustics serenade her, “I feel like a shadow.” I ain’t gonna fall for that again missy. There are tranquil moments when you’ll lower your guard. Oh Lordy here come the harmonies! Sweet Jesus there’s four of ’em! Hit the deck! There’s nobody here but us chickens, honest. If you see the shadows… it’s too late! Schoolgirl chants beckon in “Composure” with its schizophrenic time shifts and twitching “How can I keep my composure?” ticks. Warpaint en masse are Clockwork Orange droogs, albeit channelling Emily Dickinson and sporting fancier haircuts. “Go home to your knitting boys,” pipes the bugler.īeware of girls in gangs I was always told. Just like real love right kids? The romance, nodding dog grooves and ‘Hey don’t Bogart that joint’ stoner dandelions blow away as an eight mile high military tattoo towers down from the mountains. EH?! From holding hands to hands around your neck in the blink of an eye. Aw shucks, that’s so cute! Then suddenly a twist, “They wanna fight me / They wanna fight”. “We walk through fire / My love is your flashlight,” sighs Emily Kokal. What typically promises a cheeky wink and a fanciful skip across a meadow soon runs into stormy weather and thunder. From opener “Set Your Arms Down”, the ‘Warning! Trouble at Mill!’ alarm is constantly ringing. The Fool takes that vintage formula of shoe gazin’, pot chuffin’, garage band janglin’ indie à la Vivian Girls, Crystal Stilts, Black Tambourine and, well, attaches ten tonne balls. By the guillotine drop of the curtain closer you’ll have learnt to fear your own shadow… A picture postcard of sunshine, cream teas and scones disguise what is effectively Fight Club. Yes, and they once counted stone foxx Shannyn Sossamon amongst their ranks.
Why on earth should I be t-t-terrified?” Well, yes, you sexist goon, they are agreeably hot property in every sense. Hipster says buy, buy, buy, and they sure look wholesome. It could end like that film Ring with the smokin’ LA quartet crawling from the speakers and beating you up in the comfort of your front room. So terrifying that I recommend you remind yourself “It’s only a record, it’s only a record”. Run for the hills! They’re coming! Forget the cat, the car and the kids just bloody run! Leggit! Save yourself! Get off the grid! Change your name to Ralph! OK, a slight exaggeration for whimsical merriment but make no mistake Warpaint’s debut The Fool is bloody terrifying.
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