- Indie pop
- Singer-songwriter
- Art pop
- DIY
- Alternative pop
- Funk rock
Comment: Alan
Driscoll with her female friends are pushing forward another
storytelling of The Womb. He has been active already for a couple of
decades with a numerous of albums, compilations, and EPs all having
been issued on his own imprint Danielle Records. Business as usual,
this set of 15 compositions is discretely voluptuous and obsessive,
it is all about huge egos and the so-called sperm wars and
instrumentally it is accompanied by chalking guitars, programmed
rhythms and electronic odds and ends. It is about the rise of
self-awareness and self-indulgence and dominance through sex and
relationships. Of course, this (partly) confessional set is
incomparably much better than reading the bloody Co...an and more
convincing than visiting annoying portals which dissect relationships
because the aforementioned institutions in fact say nothing
particular about you because they trying to say about everything. In
fact, all this relationship stuff constitutes a quite adverse yet
partly naturally, partly artificially determined horizon for a single
human being. I guess the beasts are naturally more arranged because
of following the call of nature and being not decayed and get
obsessed otherwise than just dealing with survival (the most
important thing is that they are smarter because of knowing of how to
do it in the optimal way). And that's the very problem of the
mentioned horizon by changing a human being into a foolish monkey.
After all, does it really make him or her happier as a bunch of
bones, vessels, muscles triggered by some chemical-physical
processes? Rather it is called a state of affection. The very touch
of this miscellany can only be found out from minutiae like funky
rhythms, exhausted appearances in singing manner, exalting
propulsions in guitar playing, more profoundly, by exploring gentle
feedbacks and chopped chords and extended arrangements over here at
times. Furthermore, it is an intelligently dynamic (inter)play
between the main course and "exceptions" within it. A
spastic and a bit interrupted sax development can be met at Sex Club.
Suggestive melody progressions lead the listener at
The Stories We
Tell Ourselves About Ourselves, and at
Don't Remind Me.
