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Brunette Ambition
New Zealand twee-pop duo Brunettes arenât all sunny-sweet
Published on October 11, 2007
On
Brunettes’ third proper album in nine years (albeit their first U.S.
release), this libidinous New Zealand duo continue to shake their
garage-pop roots while retaining a sense of sauced sarcasm. Hence the
playful intro, “Brunettes Against Bubblegum Youth,” that bouffantly
babbles, “B.A.B.Y./ I love to call you baby,” in a most bubblegum
manner, over a Stereolab-y wiggle, garage-fuzzed guitars, druggy horn
lines and hearty hand claps. From there, woozy rhythms and dreamy
harmonies prevail, with Jonathan Bree’s measured Marc Bolan croon
seducing Heather Mansfield’s glassy-eyed swoon on futuristic candy pop
(“Her Hairagami Set,” “Wall Poster Star”) and drowsy disco (“Obligatory
Road Song”). It all subtly coalesces into Structure & Cosmetics’
best song, “If You Were an Alien,” which offers a hum-along chorus
seemingly culled from the distant signal of a transistor radio tossed
out the window during the Apollo 13 mission.This
bubbly bachelor pad has some sinister hallways, though. “Small Town
Crew” takes a sharp turn on a morning-sunbeam acoustic vibe when
Mansfield starts singing about smacking her beau around. And the title
track slowly rolls out to Morricone-cum-Mazzy Star expanse once
Mansfield suggests, “I want you to control me.” Shadowy moments like
these leave cheap merlot stains on all the groovy retro references and
eyelash-batting duets these Kiwis toss out with the offhanded
haughtiness of passing along a delicious martini recipe.