Saturday, July 17, 2004


Terrible hair; terrible song. A non-event of a single no doubt rushed-released by her management to capitalise on her Hell's Kitchen appearance.  Thought her backing 'band' looked kinda cool even though they were obviously just models hired by a casting agency: there's always something great about women playing rock guitar, unless, of course, it's in a Robert Palmer video. I guess there's some sort of phallic subtext going on there, but to be truthful, I just think it looks ace. 'Cherry Bomb' by The Runaways used to seriously rock my world. Dom told me a top story once about Joan Jett; she was queuing up for lunch in the BBC canteen in full leathers, etc and someone on a tableful of building labourers yelled out: "Look at the state of 'er. Who the fuck does she think she is - Joan Jett?"   
    Anyway, it sounded to my non-expert ears as if her producers had used some sort of Vst Fake-Guitar Plug-In like Slayer instead of the real thing. A shame: I reckon there's a gap in the market for some quality Metal-Pop. But this isn't it: The single's utter shite, and she's got the personality of a cheese-grater. Bring back Girls School.