Perhaps riding the coattails of Nous Non Plus’ success, Plastiscines visit us from the country that also brought us the Coneheads: France. It sounds exactly what a new modern rock record would sound like. Ferocious hooks and danceable oomph characterize this exhumation of Sahara Hotnights’ body. Sure, the furniture in the room has been modernized (backing harmonies on “Barcelona” are to die for), but it’s otherwise the same thing we’ve heard and loved before.
“Bitch” obviously will become the band’s anthem, which shortchanges them a bit, but such is life in the discerning music world. Music aficionados may hold themselves in high regard, but there is nothing glamorous about standing outside in the rain smoking a Camel Light and talking about how you’re going to spend Daddy’s money this month.
If you took a standard all-woman rock band and went in the Pipettes’ direction, you’d be on the opposite side of Plastiscines. Both succeed at their respective niches, but they are quite different. And while a pipe may bring water from the river to your house, plasticine makes you Gumby.
“You’re No Good” is a Linda Ronstadt cover. The passion that made the original so great is lacking in this version, which has about as much power as “T.K.O.” by Le Tigre. In other words, it’s a disappointment on an otherwise solid effort.
This band can’t spell, whether it’s the name of the band itself or songs such as “Runnaway.” To me, it all adds up to a band that looks good live, and who cares what they sound like? I hope they’re saving their money, or else they will go down the same path as Republica.
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