Fresh from a time bouncing around the East End, Kate Nash returns to the void of the music industry with a five-track EP, Death Proof.
Inspired by the Quentin Tarantino film of the same title, Nash has carved a sickly wonder, smeared in early evening sleaze and debauchery for the faint-hearted (not to be dismissed).
Death Proof is certainly looser than her début long player Made of Bricks, while displaying a restraint lacking in the run up to its follow-up, My Best Friend is You.
It is effectively pop-orientated indie rock (genre’s like Octopus tentacles), but it is pop-orientated indie rock that is likely to punch you in the kidneys with not much in the way of polite notice.
As an aside, I knew a girl who punched me hard in the kidneys once. Wouldn’t advise it.
Oddly, the song’s backing actually reminds me somewhat of various pieces by The Sultans of Ping FC or “The Owl” by Dead Kennedys, especially with the razor-like of the bass and the occasionally lingering guitar lines, loose enough to strangle you.
Nash’s own vocal delivery is mostly placid, unwavering in tone, pulled short by laconic suites. Meanwhile, the snare snaps like a deep supple whip, such is its longing tone.
And it works. And that is good. Because I said so. Probably, but don’t take my word for it, even if you probably should, because you know you should.
There will be an album – apparently – in the new year called GIRL TALK. You probably didn’t hear that here first. You can buy Death Proof from iTunes.
Kate Nash “Death Proof EP” (Spotify link)