Jeanines – ‘Winter In The Dark’ from ‘Jeanines’ LP
Sixteen songs. Twenty Five Minutes. The way Pop albums should always be. Except when they aren’t, which is implicit in that statement anyway, so, parenthetically speaking, this sentence is an irrelevance. Jeanines are a glorious irrelevance too, and this of course is also implicit when we talk about Pop: The magnificent contradiction of something that means everything yet simultaneously nothing at all. Our lives depend on it. Our lives are nothing at all without it. Our lives are nothing at all in spite of it.
But Jeanines, eh? Blimey. Like Tiger Trap trapped in a time-travel portal. Imagine that. Like Aislers Set in a kaleidoscope world of candyfloss ecstasy. Dum Dum Girls in a mirror scrawled with ’Siddeleys’ in lipstick smears. Marine Girls soaring on thermals of melting Popsicle perfume. You get your ideas.
Breathless. Limitless. Atrociously, amateurishly limited. Limitless exactly because of those limitations.
But ‘Jeanines’, eh? Blimey. The way Pop albums should always be.