The Kills – Midnight Bloom

That whole art-trash thing The Kills get up to is soooo passé. Dirty guitars, stuttering drum machines, good-looking hipsters. “I want you cheap and cheerful cos you’re boring baby when you’re straight.” No thanks. It might be alright if, at any point, it felt actually real, as opposed to just decadent and coke-y and our fun is better than yours because we take more drugs and live in London or New York or whatever and we’re in a band. The clean production exposes The Kills’ whole act as just empty, unloveable clichés. (more…)