Some PR emails work wonders at getting you to click and watch/listen. So, it was earlier on when I read this below about the new release from Disgusting Sisters:
“Disgusting Sisters are a chaotic electronic pop rock duo of real-life sisters Jules & Josie – raised between the UK and France, bonded by emo music, dyed hair, campsite summers, and a shared obsession with horror movies & cult TV. Julianna drums in London. Josephine makes films in Paris. On Christmas 2024, mid-Twin Peaks binge and wine-fuelled nostalgia, they wrote a song about their mum’s dog – and accidentally started a band.”
‘Chaotic electronic pop’, ‘Twin Peaks binge’, ‘wine-fuelled nostalgia’. A drummer and a film maker obsessed with horror films and cult TV! From these descriptions alone, bandmates and sisters Jules & Josie must immediately make it to the top of everyone’s go-down-the-pub-for-a-pint list.
The band say “TGIF” is a song about a person trapped in a dead-end 9-to-5 job, dragging themselves through the same dull routine week after week. By the time Friday hits, they’re so burnt out they morph into a completely different version of themselves -drinking, partying, blacking out, like a werewolf unleashed under a full moon. It’s wild and chaotic, but beneath the surface lies a quiet sadness: this reckless escape is the only way they know to feel alive“
It’s built on a super-elastic beat with vocals that bounce from sprechgesang to joyous passages that offer more catchy choruses in one song than most bands put on an entire album. The addition of screams and howls plus a spooky middle 8 mean it must be a sure thing for Hallowe’en playlists.
Those dispassionate vocal passages perfectly mirror the treadmill tedium of commuting and working, with only the shining beacon of Friday to keep us going. It put me in mind of one of Chaz Huton’s wry observations on life via the medium of Post-it notes regarding dinosaurs and how long until Friday.
The lyrics are pitch perfect with some superb inner dialogue lines such as “Pointless chitchat office gossip. Ramp it up. Fuck off Phillip” and “I don’t care about the weather, your useless babysitter, the crap you watch on TV or your partner’s family. You’re weekend mini-break is as much as I can take. Let me drown myself in coffee I can’t bear the shit you speak.”
‘TGIF’ and the previous single ‘Killing It’ show Disgusting Sisters to be miners of the zeitgeist who can deliver uber-catchy tunes over beats so compelling they could launch a thousand remixes. They may love cult TV but I think they may achieve their own cult status if they keep on making music as good as this.
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Lyrics:
Monday, Friday, 9 to 5.
Sleepy eyes, wanna die.
Briefcase, badge, lunch container, Oyster card, sweaty strangers.
Get to work late again. HR meetings so mundane.
Keyboards typing. Click tap. Bam.
Microwave. AC fans.
Want to feel like I’m flying.
Mondays feel like I’m dying.
Do a shot. Take a hit. Oh god.
I’m loving it.
Want to feel like I’m flying.
Mondays feel like I’m dying.
Do a shot. Take a hit. Oh god.
I’m loving it.
Your soft under my feet when the sun goes down.
The only time my heart still beats is
when the music pounds. I’ll show you all my
wretched teeth. Animalistic growing at
the laser beam. Pounce.
Let’s go.
Pointless chitchat office gossip. Ramp it up.
Fuck off Phillip. Sleepless clipping.
Phones vibrating. Working hard or hardly working.
Staying late. Christmas jumpers.
Get that bonus. Feel the pressure.
Dream of lunch since half 10.
My job is selling. What again?
Want to feel like I’m flying.
Mondays feel like I’m dying.
Do a shot. Take a hit. Oh god.
I’m loving it.
Want to feel like I’m flying.
Mondays feel like I’m dying.
Do a shot. Take a hit. Oh god.
I’m loving it.
Your soft under my feet when the sun goes down.
The only time my heart still beats is when the music pounds.
I’ll show you all my wretched teeth.
Animalistic growl, howling at the laser beams.
I don’t care about the weather, your useless babysitter,
the crap you watch on TV or your partner’s family.
You’re weekend mini-break is as much as I can take.
Let me drown myself in coffee I can’t bear the shit you speak.
Want to feel like I’m flying.
Mondays feel like I’m dying.
Do a shot. Take a hit. Oh god.
I’m loving it.
Your soft under my feet when the sun goes down.
The only time my heart still beats is when the music pounds.
I’ll show you all my wretched teeth.
Animalistic growl, howling at the laser beams.
Review by Paul F Cook
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