t.A. dOlls. t. yu - wAll.
I make no apologies for what most would consider a negative review of eclosion. It was my opinion that the effort fell short of its potential, even though it sold deliriously worldwide. It is only mentioned here because this new album by The Dolls, in comparison, is a slaughterhouse five on a scale of four! From the moment the stylus hits the first grooves on the vinyl, the barn does not stop burning, with the blazing inferno raging higher and nastier, hell raising and lambasting everything and all in its path. By the time the soothing tones of their dreamy remake of Hendrix’s classic reach your ears, you lie breathless and dazed.
After a media campaign that saw walls of art erected in various platforms, i.e., social media, outdoor advertising and even a thirty-second Super Bowl LIII commercial, the first single, wAll st. was released worldwide (only twelve hours before the entire album). Katrina’s anguished cry, ”You buy and sell human souls, then lunch at eleven Madison!” is only matched with intensity by Tatuanna’s defiant stance ”I ain’t got time to cut it down!”. As has been until now, they do not shy away from hard subjects; mental disease, religion, gun violence. Classes that Kill being a prime example: ”No talking! No talking!”. From one song to the next, the lyrics enthrall and the music pulsates. The production is topnotch and the cast of musicians enlisted are reflective of the quality of this recording. Of note: Hallmark Heathens (a Valentine’s Day massacre, btw) features the Japanese performer t.yu she. ‘She’ met The Dolls during the recording of Atlas. Enamoured with them, she has stylized herself in their footsteps and in turn, has blossomed into a huge success in her home country.
As a famous man once said, you won’t feel ”…like the good Lord gypped” you if you go to your local music emporium and purchase this fourth release of t.A. dOlls. t.yu… it will be worth every shekel you fork out. And whilst your there, get yourself a good sarsaparilla… you’ll need something to cool the fire! – J.T. Scotsman
t.A. dOlls. t. yu - wAll.
I make no apologies for what most would consider a negative review of eclosion. It was my opinion that the effort fell short of its potential, even though it sold deliriously worldwide. It is only mentioned here because this new album by The Dolls, in comparison, is a slaughterhouse five on a scale of four! From the moment the stylus hits the first grooves on the vinyl, the barn does not stop burning, with the blazing inferno raging higher and nastier, hell raising and lambasting everything and all in its path. By the time the soothing tones of their dreamy remake of Hendrix’s classic reach your ears, you lie breathless and dazed.
After a media campaign that saw walls of art erected in various platforms, i.e., social media, outdoor advertising and even a thirty-second Super Bowl LIII commercial, the first single, wAll st. was released worldwide (only twelve hours before the entire album). Katrina’s anguished cry, ”You buy and sell human souls, then lunch at eleven Madison!” is only matched with intensity by Tatuanna’s defiant stance ”I ain’t got time to cut it down!”. As has been until now, they do not shy away from hard subjects; mental disease, religion, gun violence. Classes that Kill being a prime example: ”No talking! No talking!”. From one song to the next, the lyrics enthrall and the music pulsates. The production is topnotch and the cast of musicians enlisted are reflective of the quality of this recording. Of note: Hallmark Heathens (a Valentine’s Day massacre, btw) features the Japanese performer t.yu she. ‘She’ met The Dolls during the recording of Atlas. Enamoured with them, she has stylized herself in their footsteps and in turn, has blossomed into a huge success in her home country.
As a famous man once said, you won’t feel ”…like the good Lord gypped” you if you go to your local music emporium and purchase this fourth release of t.A. dOlls. t.yu… it will be worth every shekel you fork out. And whilst your there, get yourself a good sarsaparilla… you’ll need something to cool the fire! – J.T. Scotsman