ANALYSIS & REVIEWS
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Boom-sh! Boom-sh! pumps the holiday disco drum machine, as excitable young things slick with coconut-scented aftersun perform awkward hip bumps at the Kenickie Nite Spot beach-bar. Their tongues are not in their cheeks: they are exploring the oral cavity of a boy called Miguel who has a souped-up moped and bad taste in leisurewear. Yes, 'Stay in the Sun' is another cocktail umbrella in the coffin of Kenickie, Pink Ladies of punk pop. Where once there was a witty, gum-smaking gang whose effortless cool you could worship, there are now stands of sus-free bunch of vacant-eyed pop wannabe zombies repeating, "Saint Etienne, Saint Etienne" to themselves as though it were a mantra. A tragic waste. Kitty Empire |
