The peak Charly Blissness of the Charly Bliss album comes on DQ, where Eva mewls about "bouncing so hard I peed the trampoline" and repeats it again over minimal backing, again and again, just to make sure you hear, to make sure you know she's not sorry. To the contrary!
And you can't be mad by then. Those cracking, hyperpop baby-talk vocals are Billy Corgan make-or-break right out the gate, with a posse of shitkicking fuckyes riffs as a posse, daring you to sneer.
Also, band's called fucking Charly Bliss.
And if you sneered, you're missing out. By the time the third chorus whips around on DQ, the pitchfucked doubleups and blistering wall of guitars and shrieking exclamation points are the ends that justify the motherfuckin means.
This is around-the-horn pop that you'd have to be a shit not to love [disclosure, I was tempted to be that shit - but Glitter. Goddamn. If you don't like that song I guess you're just too cool] 4/5
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