Another new name creating whispered ripples of rapid underground interest - their audiences peppered with various admiring / curious 'scene' personalities - Gene Loves Jezebel are a bizarre, annoying musical aggregate, a squealing carousel of Stooges' metal mania interspersed with quasi-melodic Bowie cut-outs in a kaleidoscope of spiraling rock 'n' roll noise mutation. 

Fronted by a spoilt-brat duo too intent on impressing with their obnoxious provocative poses to ever really impress, Tweedledee Loves Tweedledum grind out an arresting brand of messy kitsch junk-rock which often contains germs of great little tunes or startlingly worthwhile ideas but mostly lapses into pretentious bouts of spontaneous yowling. A cathartic and rhythmic event, but lacking even the faintest trace of musical discipline. 

Worse that this, their snotty cavortings and wild whirlpools of vicious, scything rhythms and preening, self-important vocal affectations betray an emotional void. Jules Loves Jessica have no compassion at all. 

But maybe this is due to over-eagerness, rushing headlong into an attack of anxious defiance; they're simply trying too hard and can become wearisome. In truth, they sound like no other band I know, but this isn't enough to make them unique. They need to lose their narcissistic trait of defensiveness and broach new horizons with their undoubted sense of adventure. 

Until then, they continue to be a band worth watching. But quite whether it's because they might have a hit record or lest they steal your drink/boyfriend/girlfriend, I honestly can't say! 
 
 
 

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