Labels: MoonLee
Review by: Laurence Olsen
In all honesty, this is pretty grim.
The first few seconds, yes… seconds, suggest a decent Kelly 8-style spunky post-punk type thing but this quickly evaporates. This is really sub-Gossip post-pfunk (as the press release states) that has little imagination or willingness to break the shitty, aged post-pfunk mould.
The fact that the singer sings in her native Macedonian is not lost on me “” I like a band who don’t feel they have to default to English as their chosen tongue, and indeed it’s probably a blessing I can’t understand the words. But every half catchy hook recalls listening to a Rapture song for the 17th time in a row, whilst the same monotonous disco beat limply pushes on regardless through the whole album and straight into the funky-punk-graveyard of 2006. No passion, no interest.
Indeed, although Bernay’s Propaganda seemingly fight a good fight (they’re named after Edward L. Bernays “” “the inventor of PR and all subsequent media-powered destruction”, apparently) they’re actually really very tedious.