Amazon.co.uk Review
Slumber Party's self-titled debut is pop nirvana. Four girls from Detroit sound like a cross between the echo-saturated
Velvet Underground-influenced guitar sound of naïve art rockers
Galaxie 500 and the bittersweet purity of Scotland's
Mary Chain-turned-girl group the Shop Assistants. Every song here is a minor gem, a sweet saddened lament to the folly of youth and love and everything that happens in between. All four members contribute harmonies. "Things are not as bad as they seem," Aliccia Berg croons more in hope than belief on the torpid "Strawberry Sunday" before the fuzz-laden guitar kicks in for another few seconds. "Why Do I Care?" she laments later, voice laden down with the passion of youth. This is
Psychocandy made pure, if only Jim Reid had been possessed of romance in his soul. This is simply the sweetest, finest pop album you'll hear for many a long lonely year. Think
Shangri-La's,
Francoise Hardy,
Shaggs, Shop Assistants, Slumber Party. --
Everett True