Like a great aunt who keeps forgetting she’s already given you a fiver for clearing the dandelions out of her garden and keeps forking out again and again until your mum catches you. Luckily The Lovely Eggs are unhinged in the best possible way. So when my review copy of If You Were Fruit arrived, accompanied by a completely charming, but confusingly syntaxed, letter, I feared the absolute worst. It missed, of course, but the fact has always stuck with me. I had a supervisor when I worked in a record store who did it and he once threw a roll of Sellotape - full, mind you, not at the ‘touching card’ stage - at my head when I asked how he was. I’ve read that people who mix capital and lower case letters in their writing are unhinged. "Drowned in Sound 'If You Were Fruit' review" Go and buy this bloody terrific album right now Hooray for you and your ability to strum a guitar, we don’t need lectures in how to dispose of milk cartons. Out there at the moment, we are treated with music that tries to take itself seriously and subject matter that popstars shouldn’t be dealing with. If you are looking for an album that doesn’t take itself seriously, wants to have fun and doesn’t have any ego attached to it, this record is for you. Instead, we hear how Holly and David sweat over cooking something for mice who have come to tea, whales swimming in the sea and cars that are red. There is no insight into how The Lovely Eggs think the UK prison system should work, or how they would distribute taxpayers money. Sorry about that people in the library, don’t blame us. Samples of dogs, cans of drink being popped, bicycle bells, hums of bumble bees and glockenspiel are also included to create a 14-track debut album that clogs our heads with singalong lyrics and hooks that we can’t stop whistling. It’s not just ye olde guitars, vocals and drums that the duo use. Unlike The White Stripes, Holly and David are an actual couple and haven’t got any sort of confusing brother and sister incest rumours going on. Quite literally, the only thing they have in common is that all three bands have one boy and one girl in the band. The earlier records these songs originally featured on may soon be impossible to buy.Ĭomparing The Lovely Eggs to The White Stripes and The Ting Tings is only one way of giving you an idea of what they’re about. I Like Birds (But I Like Other Animals Too) and Have You Ever Heard A Digital Accordion? return to make sure that people don’t miss out. After boiling, scrambling, poaching and frying up various songs, their debut album is finally ready for us to consume.Ī few songs have been reheated and plonked on from previous releases that are becoming harder to find. Since our initial warning of how immensely fun addictive their sound is, the band have been busy in the studio readying new tracks. The Lovely Eggs have been on our radar since the end of last year. Like, say, If You Were Fruit by The Lovely Eggs. If anything it makes us look further afield for albums that aren’t afraid to do something different from the norm. Instead of chugging down a bottle of $1000 champagne, we have to do with buy one get one free Lucozade.įailing that, we’ll be presented with another new indie band who’ll take their influences from the exact same acts as everyone else. The endless supply of diluted American hip-hop does nothing but confuse and annoy us. "Album review- The Lovely Eggs 'If You Were Fruit'"Īimlessly listening to daytime Radio 1 can sometimes cause the tear ducts in your eyes to open and cover you in salty water. I sure don’t get the Daniel Johnston comparison, though. One song is even called ‘I Collect Snails’.īut I can’t help myself. It’s like listening to Soko’s ‘I’ll Kill Her’ 3,838,031 times all by oneself. There’s repetition used to Jonathan Richman effect, and ukuleles (which are way overrated, someone really needs to point out). There are xylophones and noisy bits and cuteness designed to infuriate the fuck out of whoever’s unlucky enough to be passing. This song might have a stupid title, but it’s so obviously a Nirvana rip I shouldn’t even bother commenting. It’s like hearing Richard Brautigan being interpreted by the web 2.0 generation whose only exposure to TV is Arctic Boosh and that stupid wee intro with the lo-res birds that used to introduce Big Brother. It’s like being exposed to five generations of art students pretending they’re still seven years old and that’s it’s still really amusing to say ‘poo’. It’s like listening to The Vaselines being interpreted by The Bobby McGee’s interpreting Moldy Peaches while severely under the influence of snakebite. "Everett True Reccomends The Lovely Eggs!"
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