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Fuck Serge Gainsbourg. Plagued with moronic gurns plastered to their faces, these oiks reek of the smug idiocy behind the post-modern pop culture conundrums that the nineties barfed up on its Global Hypercolour tee, as most still try to wrap their minds round the programming of a decade dumbed down.
Eurotrash encapsulated this and still leaves me in a quandary as to whether it was actually any cop, as Antoine de Caunes showcased the latest in continental trans-gender pop catastrophes. Tongue was locked firmly in cheek but retained enough of the sensibility of Viz to keep the karaoke masses chortling at Lolo Ferrari’s grossly inflated tits and ridiculous foreign tongues wrapped round the English language.
Preying on that same shtick of innocently enunciated cum-sodden innuendos, Parisian trio The Teenagers offer sniping narratives on teenage romance and provide the same baffling proposition, backed by what is little more than a brand of Backstreet Boys bile channelled through the usual mêlée of Euro-pop and a gentle gust of croissant-table dance connoisseurs, M83 and Air.
If ever there was a marking of territory with a putrid turd, ‘Homecoming’ is it. It’s fantastic, with the brattish pronounciation of “slut” as if it had eight syllables and a brilliant snatching parody of hedonistic youth culture as Quentin Delafon mouths off that “On day one I met her step-daughter. She was a virgin, a cheerleader and she was really tanned”, before launching into its tact-lacking chorus and closing with the female of Delafon’s attentions shouting back “…and don’t forget to send me a friend request” having just laid legs agape.
But from there Reality Check seems nothing more than that same joke peddled another eleven times, lagging all but immediately as ‘Love No’ struts in all cocksure but, like a batch of Gordon Raphael-produced 8-bit Kleenex capers, leaves the sense of having just walked in on some kid jerking off whilst Road Rash sits left on pause.
The biggest disservice you could pay The Teenagers (all in their mid-twenties) is fail to appreciate they’re not in on the act. But as the record drags on the cynicism fades and the trio find comfort on their pop-pervert mantle, the pithy one-liners weaken and they seem to find comfort in the fact that ‘Wheel of Fortune’ and ‘Make It Happen’ sound nothing more than drab backing tracks to moments of poignant dancefloor contemplation on teen flicks.
Rather than this being a catastrophic album, it’s more I can’t imagine anyone buying it not being an utter cunt. If you’ve got the savvy to work out how some of Reality Check is actually occasionally brilliant, then you should also be able to figure out it’s also absolute shit. That’s without even picking out the elephant in the room of the questionable sexism to it all.
If these pestering sex gannets’ debut serves one purpose, it’s to underline that Eurotrash really was cack.
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embarrasing review
that speaks volumes about its author but nothing about this album, which is very passable.
It's meant to sound like backing tracks to moments of poignant dancefloor contemplation on teen flicks. They're holding a prom to launch it.
you've missed the point. sublimely.
and another thing
to say it's sexist is idiotic. it's descriptive. its art - characters, states-of-being rather than normative notions.
It's like saying Lolita encourages paedophilia. Grow up.
its still shit
ner ner ner ner ner
Erm ^
Well done for getting so far away from the point, that you've managed to veer all the way back and hit the nail on the head.
Mmmm. Good use of Nabakov there. Always a dangerous tool in the wrong person's hands.
Christ.
If everyone responsible for this album died
I would genuinely be happy.
i'm on
gareth's side. and sam's.
in fact, i petitioned to review this album because it's such an execrable waste of everyone's time dressed up as something pertinent or ironic or clever that it's just staggering.
it's dogshit. abject dogshit. abject dogshit for complete wankers.
good use of a glib unubstantiated
trope about the 'perils' of Nabokov there. always good to know that aphorisms can still stand-in for argument.
a stitch in time saves nine. or something.
^this
is an even better review!
..
"It's like saying Lolita encourages paedophilia. Grow up." Eh?
I fully appreciate there is a deal of understanding behind Reality Check. But it's that of some smirking adults' ability to come up with a couple of sniping commentaries on adolescence.
I toyed with it being brilliant for a while. It is, in fact, gash.
I looked up what aphorisms
meant. Thank you.
My aphorism different from yours how?
I can't believe that you're bothering to defend an album that you yourself have branded as merely 'passable'.
yours is meaningless
To say that 'Nabokov is a dangerous tool in the wrong hands' is an attempt to create a vapid truism rather than engage with why my parrallel is/isn't accurate.
nah, it is pretty crap
and i liked a couple of the demos. Next please!
Naaah
This is a good album, it's fun, it's pop and the lyrics are clever, (You don’t believe in monogamy, Im not jealous, scarlett will marry me). There isn't an in joke as such, there not pretending to be teenagers, most of the songs are about adults in relasionships (the accountant from gap in Sunset Beach, Love No & French Kiss generally), told with a little bit of wit.
Can only echo the review
Atrocious album. If ever there was a case for a band putting out one single and calling it quits, then The Teenagers should have been that band. Nonesensical jibberings and euro-pop that often resembles what you might have heard on a Benidorm package holiday circa 1984. That fuckin Merok label thinks it's too cool for school. Both stylistically redundant and with musicianship as an utter afterthought. If you've had the gross misfortune of witnessing this shower live, you'll yet to fully recover from how awful a band can sound live.
"If you're savvy ....it's (absolute) shit."
Good one, ssssam. :)
Appallingly bad live
Don't try and defend this piece of shit record. There's not a single song on there that will sound great in 6 months time. Give it a year before The Teenagers are 9-5ing.
Give me VHS Or Beta or Phoenix over these rancid cunts.
spot on
Top marks on the review Sam. Agreed, teenagers = gash
Eurotrash was indeed cack
.. but I wouldn't put it in the same category as this album. It's definately better than 4/10 and your review is terrible. I purchased it so therefore I am an utter cunt apparently. Thanks. I'm glad somebody else thinks you 'missed the point' whatever that point may be. If it's sexist, which I don't think it is, it's smarter than you seem to realise. I'm not going to stand up and say this is a great piece of art, the fact it is slightly 'throwaway' is one of the reasons I like it. Where does the Backstreet Boys reference come from aswell, I can't see that one.... j
What a hilarious…
reaction by most. There are far worse albums than this around at the moment, jeez. Think it works on a few levels, conceptually, though it's a bit samey and drifts off near the end. Nothing matches 'Homecoming', but the opening four or five tracks are all decent enough.
you idiots
you idiots just. dont. get. it. As for the backstreet boys reference, its there alright...and something to be proud of...
8/10
PS. Big tunes
i don't think i'll ever understand
i don't think i'll ever understand why so many of you feel it necessary to personally attack music, and the makers of it, with such hatred. it really doesn't bother me if you don't like something, but to come out in public and start using words like "utter cunts" and "complete wankers" is overblown in a disgusting way.
your post
your post reads like a bitter flash back/utter afterthought of bad school days.
its 1984 and you've just started school after an atrocious summer hols in Benidorm.
You have the gross misfortune of witnessing some sort of shower scene, which you've yet to fully recover from.
Was it the too cool for school, yet stylistically redundant merok who did this to you? you certainly come across as having some bitter resentment towards them.
Indeed.
It's just lazy. It's easier to use naughty words than to actually present a reasonable argument... much like in everyday life. I've realised over the years that DiS reviews are usually written for entertainment purposes (most readers apparently prefer 'shock' tactics), so don't expect too much actual journalism.
As for the Gainsbourg and Eurotrash appraisals; the jokes on you, buddy!
people who slag off this kind of review wholly miss the point about what dis is about
If you want self illusionary serious faux objective commentary on the latest music fuck off and read some middle aged rock wank mag.
1. it is impossible to seperate, journalism and 'written for entertainment purposes' reveiws, whereas you can pretend to sit on a high horse and comment on the 'music' the allusion of doing so merely obscures the fact that it is just as personal/subjective/utterly arbitrary as making a few jokes and slagging something off
2.i cant beleive anyone who cant stand /gets offended by the public use of obscenities even begins to use dis (which is built around such jokes....'jokes' being the key word)
So I should take all DiS writing
with a pinch of salt? Is that what you mean? Is that the editorial mission statement? To entertain rather than enlighten?
Can the work of DiS writers in general be compared to 'making a few jokes and slagging something off'? Maybe so...
The review above was very clearly not written with the intention of being taken lightly and laughed off as a bit of fun amongst friends. The writer has positioned himself on a very lofty horse and then proceeded to hurl nutty abuse at the band and their adherents (amongst other things).
I'm not offended by obscenities. That's the whole point. Who is? That's what makes a reliance on them so pointless in this context.
salt pinching all round!! yes!! your right
but for the wrong reasons. it would seem to me that dis comes from the beleif that all writing should be taken with a pinch of salt - especially anything which states an opinion - be it in the form of hot headed, exagerated obscenity or cool calculated, balanced review.
(from my pov) its not that the dis mission statement is to 'entertain rather than enlighten' but it realises that in reality they are the same thing. or in other words a review that rants, shouts and swears is just as enlightened/valuable as some descriptive objective and fair piece reveiw you'll find in a sunday supplement. this is the same logic as letting idiots like you, me and everyone else post as much shit as we do and making jokes/puns/talking shit in news articles.... all opinions are of the same worth/worthlessness
...yes again your very right, the reviewer is on a 'very lofty horse' - but the point is its the same lofty horse that the journo working for any other publication sits on.. and again what they 'throw down' is ultimately of the same value but dis(as well as others i'm thinking of vice, maybe parts of planB) doesn't pretend otherwise...
... i guess it comes down to what you/your like, personally i've got time for most things, if you don't value dis style journalism don't buy into is.... i just don't see the point of slagging off this reveiw, for being 'terrible'/'lazy'/'embarrasing' etc.
... as for your last point it was the post above yours that seemed offended by the review, however the reliance on obscenities isn't shock tactics but rather to make people laugh...
or maybe i just have a particularly childish
sense of humour... cunt/knob/shit/bloody etc
that
wasn't actualy 'laugh out loud' but rather a terrible piece of music jounalism
Oh shit,
I think I ended up on Pitchfork. S
Poor Review
Samuel Strang really struggled to understand the concept Reality Check and its shown in his poor review of a great debut.
The Teenagers full length is as close as any band has come to mixing guitar pop and dance music successfully in quite some time. Each song keeps to the same danceable beat and catchy chorus, which at times can be repetitive but it does produce some brilliant moments. 1st Track 'Homecoming' is one of those moments, with boy and girl vocals telling different halves of one story, which may sound cheesy and something you might find in Greece. It's done extremely well, to much success. 'Reality Check' is a great debut and is a recommended purchase, 8/10.
gordon raphael
hasnt produced that record
so.
..
Unnecessary petulance aside (apologies for the foul tongue), I stand by the fact I've 'understood' any conceptualisation behind the record.
There seems no need to over-intellectualise any of this: Reality Check is nothing more than a bunch of snidely-envisioned narratives on young romance dressed up in some garish Euro-pop frock.
that
is amusingly addictive.
I hated Homecoming at first, but now love it. And by love it, I mean love the fact that it's so bad it's amazing! haha
it's hard to intellectualise this album at all. it's simply an amusing pop culture record that will serve it's purpose for a short time and then go to the bin like everything else.
this album
is funny, and pretty groovy. I loved it at first, but then got a bit tired of it.
Jim Davidson
It may not encourage sexism but it certainly wallows in it. As amusing as some of the tracks are in isolation, when viewed as a whole the sentiments on display can come across as a little sinister.
Maybe they're not as misogynist as they seem, and are being terribly clever but I can only really judge them on the finished album. Which is a pleasant, occasionally funny listen that sometimes leaves a bitter taste in the mouth.
4/10 is generous!
I'd rather inject myself with aids than listen to this album again.


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