The words ‘style’ and ‘substance’ sprang immediately to mind on first encounter with this ultra-trendy, Sheffield-heralding, girl/boy garage outfit. Having cynically suspected the former to dominate I was delighted, after inspection of the fresh-from-Debbie-Harry-wannabee-school Kate Jackson, to deliberate over and decide that she might just be a British Karen O.
Elderly sister wiser-than-thou witticisms and advice-from-experience word smithery ensure she bubbles with kudos – and she can sing too, “nineteen, you’re only nineteen for God’s sake/you don’t need a boyfriend” her impressive pipes clamour on the ludicrously enjoyable ‘Once And Never Again”. ‘Giddy Srotospheres’, ‘Seperated By Motorways’ and ‘Weekend Without Makeup’ continue the indie-pop romp with choruses so darn catchy that involuntary movements of one’s body can virtually be expected.
Jackson is an all singing, all hip twitching, one-woman therapy group for indie-girl singletons. This woman will be a hero and if their hits carry them far enough, maybe they all will.
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