The whole coy girl image gets right on my tits actually, but it could easily be entirely genuine. A semi-pretty girl who has spent her whole life hanging around indie kids could easily develop a lot of those coquettish habits quite naturally, so I’m not saying it’s a marketing department put-on. Wherever it came from, it’s a bit annoying though.

The difference, in terms of the retro-burgling on this vs Rabbit Fur Coat, is that here she is resurrecting an re-interpreting a style I never liked in the first place. On Rabbit Fur Coat that was not the case.

Plus, she has an odd shaped head & light, downy hair all over her face.

What is she, an ewok?

That said, she has a remarkable voice & can really belt her way through some tunes when she wants. I’m going to buck the increasingly popular trend round these parts & actually say I like this album. Not all of it, granted, but I think there are enough hits vs. misses on there to make it passable. I like the pastiches, the retro-nonsense. It shows a versatility. Plus, isn’t what she & Watson Twins did done the absolute retro throwback style?

Rilo Kiley? Who fucking cares? I never ‘got’ them one bit. I know they are a big college radio buzz band (again, she has tits & long legs – fuggineck she may even one day flash a bit of pink gristle for you to drool over… ’till then, keep buying the lacklustre guitar spasms, kids!), but the songs they play say nothing to me about my life.