Oxford based all-girl rock outfit HARLETTE’S first EP of 2006 is a rattle-hurled-out-of-pram, screeching guitar-fest of tantrumic proportions.
“Don’t Call me Creepy” isn’t disturbing as such, it just sounds like Veruca Salt (the character, not the band) having a fit. Still, it’s good stuff if you’re a 15-year-old goth who’s just been dumped.
Credit where it’s due though, there are some ingenious song titles - “Operation: Close Your Legs, Love”, and “My Online Boyfriend and his MySpace Affair” both raised a chuckle, I love a band with a decent sense of humour.
Given the paucity of female rock bands, Harlette might stand out mainly by virtue of their gender. I hope not though, the songs are actually quite good, and they piss all over their male counterparts with bags of “Don’t fuck with me (excuse me while I just powder my nose)” attitude.
Go get ‘em Tigrettes….
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