Braids – Native Speaker

January 01, 1970



Raphaelle Standell-Preston, the frontwoman
for Montreal’s
premier pop experimentalists Braids, has a hot, dirty mouth and she’s not
afraid to let you hear it. “Have you fucked all the stray kids yet?” she asks brazenly
on “Lemonade”, the opening track to Native
the debut album from this quartet of childhood friends before
ultimately surmising, “What I’ve found is that we are all just sleeping around.”


Truer words have never been spoken by a member of Generation Y, a
demographic who takes casual sex to a frivolity that makes their free loving
hippie grandparents seem like puritans by comparison. [Yeah, but back in the day we didn’t have to stress out over having to
slide on a jimmy cap before having casual sex, so we felt pretty darn frivolous
at the time. – Free loving Ed.
] But what makes Preston’s come-ons stand out
from her filthy minded cosmic sisters presently dominating North American radio
in Ke$ha, Katy Perry and Lady Gaga is her quixotic delivery – a unique,
mesmerizing timbre that sounds like the reckless daughter of Panda Bear and
Sugarcubes-era Bjork. And when you pair up those pipes across seven lengthy
mini-epics of progressively inclined grooves that equally recall Prefuse 73, classic
Kate Bush and The Sea and Cake, you have yourself one of the most invigoratingly
singular pop tones racing across the blogosphere today. Not bad for a group of
recent high school graduates who decided to stave off going to college to
pursue their rock ‘n’ roll dreams.   


DOWNLOAD: “Lemonade”,
“Glass Deers”, “Same Mum” RON HART

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