The image in my head is
of top of the pops circa 1981.
There's
barely a nod of the head to the pop indie credentials that they have
garnered over the years, and truth be known this wouldn't sound out
of place squeezed between Bucks Fizz making their mind up and Kim
Wilde with her kids from America.
This is
Tegan and Sara doing some rather poor choreographed dance moves in
front of an audience of girls who are still clinging onto Purdey
haircuts, and guys who consider that a sharp suit has to be tailored
in a metallic fabric.
If it's
supposed to be a homage to that era then they have done a fantastic
job in emulating the shiny gloss blandness of it all.
The only
thing that seems to reach out and jars with the time is the inclusion
of synthesisers that sound like they want to break loose and run free
into the arms of Axel Foley.
'How come
you don't want me now' is about the most modern sounding song on the
album.
Unfortunately
it also sounds like they stole it from the wheely bin outside Robyn's
flat.
Of course
this is the sort of thing that they have been doing for a while but
the regurgitating of the past always had a bit of something else to
it.
A bit of
attitude maybe, but that's not apparent on 'Heartthrob' at all.
All I can
hear is eighties pop given a little polish for the present day chart
shows.
Heavy
rotation is just around the corner I suspect.
Oh dear.
Can we
survive it?
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