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15 of 17 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Way Too Cool for This World,
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This review is from: Eleventeen (Audio CD)
In a cooler world this album would have caused a musical (r)evolution, a major religion would have formed around Katie Garside (of which Richard Hell wouldve been elected Pope), and all that SoCal Epitaph whitebread faux punk nincompoopery would have faded into eternal oblivion where it belonged! whew!....But no...we live in THIS world where poncy little wanskters meander about in their Hot Topic punk getups, terrorising hapless pedestrians with their skateboards, forever whining and crying about how life hasn't lived up to their wanky little expectations, how nobody understands them or their dorky little (I wince to utter the word) "culture". Someone call a Wambulance Wawawawawawawaaaaa! Yea, call me a bleeding Mohawk...
A band that truly fits their name, Daisy Chainsaw released only one record and its a gem. "Eleventeen" was at the time of its release a welcome left center vibe amid all the post grunge MTV hoo-ha as well as the unfortunate advent of the Greenday scourge that continues to fester in the musical enviornment of present time. Katie (Lead Vox) was a cute (and probably still is) diminutive pixie like entity with a bigger pair hanging than all of these so called punk wonks today! This girl is off THE HOOK! A critical mass of sexy spazzmatism traversing some of the most incinderary hard rock of the time. Borrowing from hardcore, old school NYC pre-punk as well as the noise asthetic (via Butthole Surfers/Sonic Youth) creates an ambrosial miasma of sonic malfeasance that the goddess Siva could slamdance to. Crispin Gray's guitars and Richards Adam's bass indulge in some serious textural intercourse while Vinee Johnson's drums give it foundation as well as velocity. Infuse this with a playful pop hook sensibilty, you have a rare band that is its own genre."Pink Flower" is a beautiful expression of controlled havoc that morph's into a dreamy psychedlic haze of melody. "Love Your Money" is beyond classification...bouncy teen punk after a three day crack binge(?) There is a certin mischeiveseness that infroms the music, an o'veour of innocent cynism that is provocative without taking itself too seriously.The Yeah Yeah Yeah's come to mind. Perhaps the upside of all these tired "punk" bands is that when something like this comes along, it just doesn't sound good..it sounds Real good.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Beautiful Insanity!,
By Nighttime Birds (San Antonio, Texas United States) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Eleventeen (Audio CD)
Daisy Chainsaw was one of the most imaginative bands I have ever had the chance to listen to. It's sad that the band was somewhat short lived and most people have no idea who they are, and they are severely missing out. Each track of beautiful insanity with catchy instrumentals and Katie Jane Garside's vocals, at times screaming, gasping for breath or even vomiting (I love the Future Free.) is just...great. Eleventeen is a fantastic album and it is a shame that it is out of print. And since that is so, if you can get your hands on an album don't ever let it go!
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
There's a fine line between madness and genius,
This review is from: Eleventeen (Audio CD)
and this band jumps all over the place on both sides of that line. The instrumentals on this album are mostly hard-driving punk and often quite intriguing, but the most distinctive feature of this album are the truly bizarre vocals of Katie Jane Garside. Let's put it this way--you're never going to hear a cover of "Lovely Ugly Brutal World" on American Idol, though you'd have to admit the look on Simon's face would be priceless if someone like Katharine McPhee suddenly went Garside all over him.
Anyway, Garside's vocals are quite captivating. It's not really "singing" in the conventional sense of the word. To be more precise--it's like listening to an inebriated and very crazy cockney-voiced British woman having an orgasm while reading avant-garde poetry that was penned by William Shatner. Okay--well I just so happen to like that sort of thing, but just so you're forewarned--if you don't like it that freaky, this album might not be your cup of tea.
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