Headlines [Single, EP]

Neon Blonde | Format: Audio CD

Product Details

• Audio CD (July 12, 2005)
• Original Release Date: 2005
• Number of Discs: 1
• Format: Single, EP
• Label: Dim Mak Records
• ASIN: B0009W5IR4
• In-Print Editions: MP3 Download
• Average Customer Review: 5.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (2 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #497,108 in Music (See Top 100 in Music)

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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars A (hopefully) Less Pretentious Review..., November 28, 2007

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winkingtiger ";oD" (Oakland, CA) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Headlines (Audio CD)

This little 4-song EP was a whiff of the fun to come on Neon Blonde's full-length, "Chandeliers In The Savannah." So we have the leadoff single, the melodic, lyrically wonderful "Headlines", plus its remix (that I like better than the original.)

There's also the insanely catchy disco throwback "Barbados Nights," and the unrelated, acoustically mellow "Savannah Nights," neither of which is on the full-length. The titles may sound alike, but these two cuts couldn't be more different from each other...

It's hard to believe the textured and accessible sound of this EP is the product of two members of the thrash-rock Blood Brothers, Johnny Whitney and Mark Gajadhar, 'cos metal fans probably wouldn't like this. The only thing this has in common with the Bros. is the willingness to experiment with styles and the high-pitched vocals of Whitney. There the resemblance ends, as there's nothing particularly heavy about Neon Blonde. They are just weird, beat-driven, piano-laden fun. I wonder who's playing all the saxes and flutes though? ;oD

4 of 8 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars A tantalizing rope of spittle from mommy and daddy., July 29, 2005

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Necktie Grins (Canadjah.) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Headlines (Audio CD)

I lope and loll my head back and forth, to and fro. My beak stretches skyward and eats sun-sparkling goop, dangled from the mouth of God above me.

Once, and the sound of brooding pianos set in, only to flirt with string sections, the meat is divine, and ripe for my inside-bits.

Twice, and a pure rarity, fuzzed-out electronic beats mingle with the heavenly voice, I flap my wings with new-minted instincts and nearly break gravity's harsh grip.

Thrice, and the beat comes into my heart, my arms move and flail and hurl blood down my inner-corridors, fire my whatsits and transistors. Chirps emerge. I am free.

Fourth.

It's over. They've left me, for now, gathering more food, and I feel my limbs quiver and convulse as the sinew and muscles I'll need later begin their incubation.

A Chandelier dangles off in the distance, over the sunblasted savannah.