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Dilly Dally, Sore (Partisan Records)




Dilly Dally, Sore (Partisan Records)
CD Reviews: November 26, 2015

11/26/15
By Eric Saeger news@hippopress.com



Take two Canadian longtime-BFF chicks, add two hipster dudes willing to hold down the rhythm section, toss in a Pixies fetish between the lot of them and you get … Hole Lite, sort of? Singer Katie Monks sounds sincerely messed up enough on this debut album’s tracks, especially “Ballin Chain” and “The Touch,” adding an appropriately blackened-soul-and-it’s-your-fault edge to all the loud, sloppy no-wave (the girls are self-taught on guitar, which makes it an officially licensed patch of no-wave scorched earth). But — and yeah, I’ve got a Canadian prejudice, picturing even their street bums as people who can tell a merlot from a cabernet in one sniff — there’s a sound-and-fury caveat to all this somewhere, I can almost guarantee it. They’re too clean-looking, like you wouldn’t be averse to your daughter bringing either of these boys over for ham dinner. They could play the evil band in a battle with Hannah Montana and not scare anyone over 3. And this ground’s been over before, absolutely, starting with Lydia Lunch. It would have helped if one of the tunes had stuck in my head after indulging this exercise, that’s true too, but at least someone’s trying, which is worth a few style points over at this desk.






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