The Raveonettes
Pretty In Black

THE REVIEW

"There are no useless CDs." J.Lennon

There are moments when, instead of having spent 18 euros on a CD, you would have preferred to give yourself a hefty whack with a 10-size screwdriver on the balls (like Tafazzi, if you know what I mean...).
Maybe even two.

This is the case with the Raveonettes, two (only two?!) fools with pop-adolescent aspirations, with a '60s style fake-look and graphics to emphasize the sounds of that era, with trivial and banal little songs that have been heard countless times in the previous three decades.
The usual C major chords, the usual Shadow-like guitars, the usual Beatles-style drums, the usual generic choruses, and then I ask myself: what is the point of presenting, once again, the same old record disguised as a fake revival or, even worse, a fake rediscovery of the fabulous Happy Days that no one believes in anymore?
For heaven's sake, nothing disgraceful, everything sounds pretty decent, well-arranged, I just criticize the operation which seems to me so much like something planned at the table to capture "new youngsters" who have only seen that era through the binoculars of their older brother. I say, if you really have to rediscover that period, throw yourself on the great classics of the genre instead of wasting money on little bands that are born and die within a couple of years or a little more (after two records you either veer onto other sounds or have little future, I think, playing this genre, right?!).

Alright, maybe two whacks on the balls are even too many (after all, it's music that can always be listened to in the bathroom – and God knows how much that helps – or as background while traveling by car or, if you're a retailer, to put as a background in supermarkets or grocery stores) in the sense that it doesn't hurt, it's not demanding and makes just enough easy-sixties to get by and not leave the ears completely fasting.

Okay, I've changed my mind: no whack on the balls... since I already bought it, I'll keep it for the car: they say that putting a CD on the rear window means speed cameras can't capture the license plate due to the reflections.
It’s really true: who said there are completely useless CDs?