Whip It On

Here we go again. Over-rated, over-hyped and over here. Voilá The Ravenonettes. The Danish duo neatly fit into the insatiable demand for pan-global bands, which is a wonderful change to patronising flag-waving, but regrettably lean on meat when it comes to the tunes. There are a few things about the Raveonettes that are immediately suspect; it’s not so much that they record everything in three chords in B minor, it’s the fact they make such a song and dance about it and ultimately sound like they couldn’t give a toss. Songs In The Key Of Studied Indifference would be more accurate.

These paltry dirges are so derivative of the Velvets, Suicide and The Cramps that they make The Strokes sound like Radiohead post Kid A. Weighing in at a flimsy twenty minutes makes it shockingly bad value for money to boot. Brevity and editing may have became lost arts in music, as act after act clambered over their rejects to cram CDs to their maximum length, but this is bloody ridiculous. All style, feck-all substance. Annoying, anodyne, monotone, monoethic. Don’t waste your precious time.