There’s a lot to be said for big, dumb, unadulterated pop music.
Consequently, there’s a lot to be said for THE PIPETTES. A hugely derivative 60’s obsessed all-girl group hardly sounds like a record company’s wet dream, but herein lies part of the girls’ charm. They’re gloriously out of sync with fashion and trends, and, crucially, don’t seem to give a damn about being cool.
What really matters, though, is the songs. Without them, a
pop group is nothing.On the whole, they have enough tunes to ensure that the period schtick doesn’t become a novelty. The likes of ’Pull Shapes’ and ’Your Kisses Are Wasted’ are pure, joyful romps with killer choruses.
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It’s on the slower songs that they fall somewhat short, and the sugary sweetness begins to pall towards the end. Mercifully, though, it’s completely irony-free (the last thing we need is a doo-wop Darkness) and also wonderfully care-free. With indie taking over the world, pop music needs a shot in the arm at the moment. The Pipettes seem happy to oblige.
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