Taken at face value, Joy Zipper seem to be a transparent proposition; a duo stylised according to a modelling guru's dream. Along with Vincent Cafiso's finely chiselled jawline and Tabitha Tindale's finely chiselled cleavage, their music initially appears to be an overly-mannered middle ground between The Beach Boy's sunshine harmonies and My Bloody Valentine's guitar abuse. Thankfully the whole concept stands on its own two feet and the 'American Whip' album - finally released in the UK over a year after its scheduled date - is well worth the wait. At their best - the head-spinning pop of 'Baby You Should Know' and '33x' or the blissful balladry of ''In The Never Ending Search For A Suitable Enemy' and 'Ron' - all the hype makes perfect sense but just occasionally ('Dosed And Became Invisible' and 'Alzheimers') the close harmonies are a little sickly. So, in conclusion, substance wins out over style.
Taken at face value, Joy Zipper seem to be a transparent proposition; a duo stylised according to a modelling guru's dream. Along with Vincent Cafiso's finely chiselled jawline and Tabitha Tindale's finely chiselled cleavage, their music initially appears to be an overly-mannered middle ground between The Beach Boy's sunshine harmonies and My Bloody Valentine's guitar abuse. Thankfully the whole concept stands on its own two feet and the 'American Whip' album - finally released in the UK over a year after its scheduled date - is well worth the wait. At their best - the head-spinning pop of 'Baby You Should Know' and '33x' or the blissful balladry of ''In The Never Ending Search For A Suitable Enemy' and 'Ron' - all the hype makes perfect sense but just occasionally ('Dosed And Became Invisible' and 'Alzheimers') the close harmonies are a little sickly. So, in conclusion, substance wins out over style.
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