Dum Dum Girls Dum Dum Girls

Dum Dum Girls

Dum Dum Girls

So, now everyone sounds like the Shop Assistants, huh? All right. That’s cool. My girlfriend introduced me to the Shop Assistants 20 some years too fucking late but that’s cool because now I have to fucking hear about the Vivian fucking Girls every fucking where I go and I want to just up and dropkick those smarmy little Fucked Up hangers on every time I hear their Vice dripped Pitchfork palimpsest name because of a brief and unreasonably held obsession with Henry Darger I held a few years back when the Slumber Party where sounding like the Shop Assistants on their third album (and they were holding GUNS in their press photos because they’re from Detroit and are fucking badass as all fuck) and even they liked to derivate from the noise/fuzz/noise pop safety net. Shit. But you know. I like the Dum Dum Girls. Perhaps it’s because I hate the Vivians and the awesomely named and stupendously uninteresting P.S. Eliot (you break my heart, Fredos) SO much. Perhaps it’s because I am FURIOUS that in thirty years I never wrote the word “Catholicked”. Or maybe I just have nerd delusions of Ms. Dum Dum (there is only one) falling for Mr. Blank Dog (again, only one) and the two of them falling into long and unlistenably delayed love abstraction. Perhaps she could bring his glee out. Perhaps he could make more sense of her muddle. Actually, the more I listen to it, “Put a Sock in It” is a Blank Dogs song which is to say it is any fuzzy dirge interpretation of any meh time 80s song you wished you enjoyed at the time (how old are you?). Still, “Catholicked” is worth seeking this out. Did I mention she’s a librarian? Awesome.

Dum Dum Girls, reviewed by Charles on 2009-03-31T22:28:36+00:00 rating 2.5 out of 5



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