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luxembourg - what the housewives don’t tell you (Dogbox)
Oh the joy of brilliant pop music made by people who know exactly what they’re doing. The delicious luxembourg (sod off spell-check it’s meant to have a lowercase ‘l’) have packed this single with three songs perfect for that hair-flipping, hip-flicking rush to the dance floor.
‘What the Housewives Don’t Tell You’ grabs you by the wrist and pulls you into the fray with its chewy guitars, tapetty-tap cowbell action and ‘oohweeoohwooeeeooh’ keyboards. ‘Why did you ask me out when you knew you couldn’t deliver?’ quavers the singer. This is how the new Morrissey album would have sounded if he’d plugged himself into the mains. Gloriously histrionic.
‘Close-cropped’ meanwhile, throws you lyrics designed to tumble from you lips as you spin like a dervish around the bedroom. ‘I want your close-cropped hair, I want your pale blue eyes and I want your soft hands and your handsome thighs’ A recorder pipes up in the second verse and the voice gets increasingly operatic. These are highly-strung gentlemen dealing in the grubby romance of the everyday.
Finally, ‘Pin Me Down’ sparkles, replete with cheaply emoting synths and guitars squealing like dolphins riding the twister.
It’s all terribly thrilling.
RRRG: Verdigris Synchronous Moral Insanity
