My Evil Twin
It's not often that I take anyone's opinion seriously on stuff that they think I'd like. It's not that I don't trust people... I just end up sorely disappointed. However, when someone like Lasse Lyngbo of Diefenbach, the guys at TigerSpring or Kristian Leth (of the late, lamented Liga, see tomorrow) suggests a band, I'm completely up for it....
The first of the recommendations I got at SPOT was My Evil Twin. Ok, so the guy who recommended it had a vested interest (I should probably mention that the band features Allan Mattson and Lasse Lyngbo from Diefenbach) but I was already aware of the buzz about them going to no. 1 in Det Elektriske Barometer (wihout the knowledge that some of my favourite people were involved), so it seemed right to wander on down to the show. And it really wasn't what I expected.
Led by the beautiful Cecilie Enevold Nielsen, and also featuring Niels Bagge Hansen and Martin Sahl Petersen, live My Evil Twin are like mid-90s Scottish tuneful-girl, shouty man band Prolapse (hey, I can't help it if my references are too obscure for you!) without the shouty bloke, after she (the girl from Prolapse, I can't remember her name right now) had been eating Parma Violets and Refreshers in a Synth shop. I know I sound dementedly drunk (well...maybe just a little...I am actually writing this at 4am after last night's Pastry Club) But...oh just go and listen to it.
There's no releases as yet, but I've been given special permission to give you all a demo. Fabulous. This is the song that did so well on Det Elektriske Barometer...
I've talked before about the kid test- take a 7 year old (or similar) child and see what they have to say about it, and it's usually right. I'm glad to say that My Evil Twin passed with flying colours. The demo sounds a lot like Lush having a fight with Azure Ray whilst singing a skipping chant in a school playground with Stereolab playing non-noodly synth. I know that's unintelligable, and I really don't care. All you need to know is that it's bloody marvellous (*groan* I feel like my mother when I use that phrase). Why they're still unsigned (like the criminally-underrated Charlie Don't Surf)I don't know. But I have a feeling that I won't be wondering for long....