I've been a fan of Amy Winehouse and her retro 60's Spector (pre-sticking guns in women's mouths and killing them) wall of sound thing since she broke onto the US scene early this year. But since her recent pot arrest and her stints in rehab (Oh, Amy) have pushed her out of the public eye, I've fallen in love with a new band...The Pipettes. Sure, my new love-band's music isn't as rich musically as the booze-laden Winehouse's is but honestly, who cares? I've played Back To Black to death and besides 'Addicted' and 'Tears Dried On Their Own' I'm fucking sick of it.
The Pipettes offer me something Winehouse could never give me; eye and ear candy. The Pipettes are so sugary sweet but with a hint of badass. And when you have three hot chicks fronting a band dressed in retro sixties mini-skirts you really can't go wrong. But besides my adolescent crush, my real love is for the ultra poppy melodic hooks that accompany so many of their songs, chief among them "Tell Me What You Want". If I could somehow climb into the song and ride the chorus I would. I somehow imagine that's how sex would be with all three of them together. What can I say, I'm a sucker for strings, skirts and sex.
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