The soundtrack for this weekend was provided by the
Donnas’ new album,
Spend
the Night. Like two of my other favourite bands,
Ash and
Kenickie,
the Donnas main ambition
seems to be to chronicle the exhiliration and boredom of being young,
cool, and in a band. Unlike those other bands, the Donnas seem to be
happy to dispense with sparkle or dynamics or originality. There’s
nothing here we haven’t heard dozens of times before. Indeed, there’s
nothing here that the Donnas themselves haven’t done dozens of times
before: whereas
Turn
21 was a substantial step beyond
Get
Skintight, this is really just more of the same.
The Donnas certainly aren’t Sleater-Kinney. However, if you aren’t looking for deep insights or subtlety or the sound of the future or lyrical poetry, this is good stuff. Donna A’s voice drips with the casual cruelty of teenage girls, but turned up to eleven. The music itself seethes with the electricity of primeval rock’n’roll. It’s the sort of record you want to play really, really loud for the sheer joy of doing so. I love it, even though I suspect that by any rational criteria I shouldn’t. Rock is full of such guilty pleasures.
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