Released April 27 – T4Tunes

Still mourning the loss of Iggy Pop, cruelly snatched from us in the prime of his golfing years and press-ganged into the service of insurance firms, i.e. The Man? Well, wake up and get a hair cut, punk – that’s what happens when you spend your youth calcifying your body with smack when you should be making regular payments into your pension fund. Those dentures don’t pay for themselves.Thankfully, there are still those among us too willful, wild and gloriously dumb to stick to anything as sensible as a career path.


On the evidence of these three minutes of Ritalin-fucked, johnson-waving chaos, 19-year-old Jan Paternoster, head boy of BBR, is one of them. Managing to recall “Anarchy in the UK”, the Velvet Underground and Screaming Lord Such – basically, everything good and right about rock music – within it’s first 30 seconds, “Love, Love…” then swiftly abandons anything as square as, like, form, dude, and crumples in a crackling, gurgling white-noise mess at your feet with ‘love me’ scrawled on it’s pasty pigeon-flesh chest in lipstick. And love it you will.  


The best thing about this song is that it’s not about anything as dull and grown up as politics or the perils of quantitative easing. No way. It’s about going on a date. Like the Damned’s “New Rose” or the Velvet’s “Heard Her Call My Name”, it’s about the mind-deranging power trip of adolescent lust.  “Romantic candle lights/ Plastic tubes”, squawks Jan, almost certainly while wearing shades. What else? The drummer is called Dries Von Dijck. He/she/it is 17. They’re from Brussels. This time next year, they will be burnt out husks or dead-eyed ‘serious artists’. Who cares? Right now, they are perfect.

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Posted In Single Reviews, Apr 22 2009. Words - Richard