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Pucker up for Molly's Lips
Indie | Friday 16th March 2012 | Osh
This synth-driven six-piece played The Shoreditch, Shoreditch on Thursday 15th March. I managed to wrangle free entry on the proviso that I wrote a review, so here it is.
The band emerged onstage sporting what might charitably be called an eclectic set of outfits. The early middle-aged backing guitarist wore a single Bowie-esque feather earring in conjunction with a red necktie and a V-neck that dropped to the navel—a devastatingly seductive look. The synth keys player went all out with a blue silken shirt topped off with a robust medieval leather tunic, made complete with what appeared to be pewter buttons. As the lead singer, clearly a Kurt Cobain fan in his shapeless grunge jersey, shouted belittling instructions at the soundman over the crowd, the cynic in me screamed ‘style over substance’, but he was soon to be silenced.
The music, despite my initial reservations, was enjoyable. Their second song ‘Enemies’ was easily their best, a trippy anthem reminiscent of MGMT. ‘Scars’, their finale, felt like a parody of ‘80s emo-pop-rock, a dreary but insidiously catchy little number that I had to search out on Soundcloud the next day.
There’s no getting away from the fact that this band is a product of the London hipster culture. They have played it safe insofar as their image, their instruments and, fundamentally, their ideology are all geared towards satisfying this market. I think what I’m getting at is probably best encapsulated by the message they had emblazoned on their keyboard for all to see: ‘$ Fuck Money $’. I somehow doubt that this philosophy would extend to the offer of a record deal, and I wouldn’t rule one out.
The punters were absolutely lapping it up, whooping with delight and holding video cameras aloft to record these embryonic starlets. I managed to contain myself, but, in retrospect, I’d happily have paid for my ticket.
Check out their material here: http://mollyslipps.com/listen/
