I must admit I’ve never really wondered what Stellastarr* would sound like if they were a little more camp. But The Dirty Skirts have answered a question I hadn’t asked – it sounds like electro-art rock. A little bit highly cheekboned, but with trousers loose enough to navigate a dance-floor.
The most remarkable thing about them is that they come from South Africa, and not from New York, or Sheffield. Were this just another American or British act I would probably say that it’s a worthy song, quite catchy if a little trite. So it would be patronising not to say the same about the two songs circulated here by means of introduction.
‘Feeling the Pressure’ is a quite flamboyant, immediate indie song with dance leanings, complete with simple, catchy and quite ‘fabulous’ chorus. It’s nothing you haven’t heard in a different form elsewhere over the years, but it’s by no means a catastrophe.
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‘Can’t Remember Your Name’ sounds like Boy Kill Boy; earnest, slightly synthy indie verses with a more earnest, repetitive chorus that doesn’t quite stay in your head. ‘Can’t remember your name’ is a bold song title for something so forgettable, and it’s hard to see from these tracks how The Dirty Skirts will get their heads over the parapet, attention-wise.
It’s alright, y’know, but nothing more than that.
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