Severin the Wanderer:
"One thing I’ve learned of our Miss Melky: when she pitches woo, it’s worth the pitching. So when she states, in her inimitably simple fashion, “get this album now pleeze. that is all,” it is our duty to obe..."
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Severin the Wanderer:
"One thing I’ve learned of our Miss Melky: when she pitches woo, it’s worth the pitching. So when she states, in her inimitably simple fashion, “get this album now pleeze. that is all,” it is our duty to obey. And when we do, what do we find but a brooding butterfly of a record: dark, sensuous baroque pop songs reminiscent of the Velvets’ Exploding Plastic period, or Vashti under Loog Oldham’s stewardship, or an even more retro Goldfrapp circa “Felt Mountain.” This is great, gooseflesh stuff, as much fun as the D. H. Lawrence weird tale referenced in the title track. If, like me, you are unfamiliar with Ms. Ali, set your Wayback Machine to Sneaker Pimps “Becoming X”… then forget it. Ms. Ali presents us with a radically different record here of swirling psychedelia: phantasmal guitars, Balrog drums and sawing strings. By way of comparison, a Rasputina track, “1816, The Year Without A Summer” came up on the ride home just now (there are no coincidences). Similar voices and instrumentation, both excellent in many ways; yet the one (“Rocking Horse”) is stupidly superior to the other. So here is all I can add to Melanie’s exhortation: words matter. A lot. get this album now pleeze. that is all."
