This is something a little different – – – an original, all-chick Philly punk band *(you’d have to live here to understand) – – – with a sound that is something of a poppy streetpunk, often actually re-capturing a classic, “old school” 77 Brit-punk vibe; tight, their “brand of sugar oi,” as they so aptly put it in the disc’s opener, “We Don’t Love you.” *(Originally by RODNEY MORENO and THE OPPRESSED, 1983).
Now, when I say “poppy,” i DO NOT mean “pop-punk,” *(the good majority of which I generally deplore). I mean something more along the lines of THE ADVERTS, X-RAY SPECS, NEWTOWN NEUROTICS, and even a dash of THE LUNACHICKS, and early SIOUXSIE & THE BANSHEES. At least that’s how it came off to my ears. This is something not rehashed, but instead revisited, slightly modernized *(ie: it both embraces the classic sounds yet avoids the doldrums of nostalgia) while still remaining wholly original, and *(in my humble opinion) improved upon.
The tempos are mid-paced, the content of the songs containing tales of frustration and anguish of which we can all relate to in some form or another *(the inherent ever-palpitating heartbeat of streetpunk, essentially). My personal favorite is the six-song discs closer, “Hero,” a darker song about self-discoveries, realizations, and observations, with a particularly catchy chorus-vocal dynamic. It is also a cover of the song by RUIN from 1986.
Well, it’s all especially catchy in general. All the songs are, even for one of the overall punk genres most beloved subgenres *(although street-punk has never particularly been one of my personal favorites – – – I don’t dislike it either). However, this has really caught with me. It’s unique. “Montreal” is about an apparently wretched experience in said Canadian city; “House Arrest” is exactly about what the title implies, and the multitude of frustrations and complications that go along with such a situation, especially if you’re in a band; “At The Brighton” is about the infamous North Jersey “Brighton Bar,” one of the last reliable East Coast bastions for underground music of all varieties.
Oh, and one last neat little thing. Their name, THE DROOGETTES – – – well, if you know what a “Droog” is *(which anyone reading this article, or even rifling through the Rosetta Bones, damn well should) – – – then it’s quite obvious what a DROOGETTE would be. And they have the forever iconic, Kubrick’s vision of “A Clockwork Orange” Droog look down to a T, *(though not in the same sardonically bizarre and overtly theatrical way as say THE ADICTS), in a stunning, almost deceptive female guise. Almost. They look as though they’d kick YOUR sorry ass in a dark alley with nary a second thought.
All in all, a decent debut ep, definitely worth picking up, streetpunk fan or not. There’s enough differing sounds to keep this intriguing from beginning to end. I do intend to get myself all Moloko Vellocetted-up, grab a pack of cancers, and catch them live eventually, as I imagine they put on an hell of an horrorshow.
Grab this disc. If you live in the area *(or wherever they may be playing), go see them live and show some support. They may find you one day and beat you senseless otherwise. After all, they are THE DROOGETTES.
And on June 25th, THE DROOGETTES will be playing with THE ADOLESCENTS & THE WEIRDOS, two of my favorite classic SoCal bands, at THE UNION TRANSFER in Philly, so that may very well be my Moloko Show. http://www.utphilly.com/event/826243-adolescents-weirdos-philadelphia/
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Vincent Daemon, writer, editor, musician, photgrapher, film/music buff and historian, and rabblerouser, can be found on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/vincent.daemon.1 as well as his spontaneously updated blog of writing news and nonsense THE WRITINGS OF A DEPRAVED MIND http://vincentdaemon.blogspot.com/Some of his music can be painfully experienced at http://www.reverbnation.com/vincentdaemonsageofdesire3 His email firstname.lastname@example.org