Talulah Gosh
Backwash

THE REVIEW

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, there's not even one review of Talulah but there is one of FKA? An infinite shame, an infinite sadness that even Billy Corgan in his worst moments distilled. But then, call me disgusting, perverse, revolting but Tenacious D can say Cock, Sex or all those slippery things and I can't? Where have we ended up? Where is the debaser that doesn't care about these things, that has a good nosense laugh, that lets go of metal which truly has worn us out, and instead, why don't we listen to something that makes our Planetarium spin? Talulah Gosh, listen to the name, Talulah Gosh, it could be Usain Bolt among the harlots like O V O L O L L O to grasp its oral qualities. Talulah Gosh, light, banal, warm, sunny, jovial, who don't give a damn about Alice in Chains who can even do a reunion with Layne Staley but will always return to shit. This little disc is something exceptional, a collection, a compilation, a set of tear-jerking singles and not ball-busting like the last Pink Floyd, here we're talking about people who were on Sarah Records, Sarah Records has balls, not SUB POP, Sarah Records has a woman's name, attracts feminists and attracts horny males who then lose their virginity with the feminists who become lesbians listening to Oasis who make a triangle with homosexuals who were previously horny and then felt obliged to listen to Mariah Carew who played at Roma after Martin Dahlin, all badly aborted flops. But not Talulah, not Talulah, NEVER AGAIN Talulah, vanished into the cumulimembers of the less alternative "alternative" American that continues to want phallic guitars that spit out manly Riffs and lets go of the Riot Grrrrl, a true movement that could surprise and did surprise after years. We are on the border, that thin border, that thin red line that divides Nirvana from Talulah, the difference is that someone is dead, but what's worse is that Alice in Chains are worse than Nirvana, but who cares then Talulah are English.