Sunday, July 01, 2007

Single Reviews 02/07/07

Well, the SpiceWatch column wasn’t totally in vain, was it? Woo-hoo, etc etc. That said, we’re at a loss as to what we’re going to do with it next. No doubt it’ll be dripping with vitriol when we can’t get tickets or Fearne fucking Cotton’s granted an exclusive interview with them. It’ll basically be a Spice-branded ‘Ump. Hey, in the meantime, why not enjoy this week’s Single Reviews?

First up are New Young Pony Club with the bleeps-and-monotony intermingling of Ice Cream. Kind of pointless to release a track that’s provided the soundbed to a thousand factual entertainment montages. Why buy the single when you can hear it accompanying a shot of a fat bird trying on flattering swimsuits during Trinny & Susannah Undress?

Having all but permanently disabled her credibility levels with the infantile Girlfriend, there’s a bit of damage limitation brought into play with When You’re Gone, a stark reminder that Avril Lavigne is supposedly a deep, contemplative, intelligent musician. Whatever, love. We’re actually quite partial to Girlfriend now that the Lil Mama remix has infiltrated the Sloppy Dog internal jukebox - the shame of it.

Marking their comeback with the first new material since reforming are the much-missed Smashing Pumpkins. After the Pumpkins’ signature sound was hijacked by My Chemical Romance for their precious emo tripe, Tarantula sees an essential - and effective - development sound-wise. Active, inventive and highly harmonious, it’s a welcome return and a clear Single of the Week.

Natasha Bedingfield imparts another anthem to send shivers of horror up the spine of every commitment-phobe - or frankly, anyone with ears. While Soulmate wipes the floor with the whinging, catastrophic I Wanna Have Your Babies, it’s still barely listenable. Soppy, overindulgent, watery drivel that proves that the second album curse runs in the family.

Closing proceedings this week is Grip Like A Vice, the brand new single from The Go! Team. It’s a disappointing one, seemingly channelling the weakest aspects of their first album. Low on personality, low on melody, and resultantly, low on any form of appeal, it’s got ‘filler’ stamped all over it. Pity, that.

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