REVIEW

Who saw their performance on the occasion of King Tut’s New Years Revolution, describes them as a flaming explosion that suddenly lights up the Venue, the Glasgow quartet moves confidently in territories between funk and indie-rock, dear to the Orange Juice of “Rip It Up” as well as to the more arty and dreamy Talking Heads, although they also attend the bizarre settings of the more rough and less hyper-produced Glam.

You just need to listen to them in the fragment of cover by Eddie Floyd that can be found on the net to understand how The Vignettes are strongly influenced by blues and soul roots, by black music that inevitably constitutes the connective tissue of their music, becoming the driving force of their enjoyable scene.

So they describe their single “Jaqueline“: “We often meet a certain type of people at parties in the city, in the middle of the night, obsessed with themselves and yet seductive. Although their vanity is evident, there is something so decadent and fascinating in them that you can not help being attracted – sometimes to the extent that, like this song, you end up becoming a Jacqueline yourself in your mind “.

They seem to recall the “weird” themes of certain tales of the fantastic and the wonderful of the first years of last century, in which metempsychosis, the transmigration of souls, in its occult design which took unpredictable directions, led the poor protagonists to retrace moments of someone else’s often tragic life, losing control of themselves in a disturbing “being other than oneself“.

With just a captivating rhythmic guitar and a restless voice that pushes nervously through the instruments, we find ourselves staring at a mirror, focusing on placing a lipstick on our sensual lips, in a crowded toilet (in which the director would better not stop on bizarre and rough details), in which the eyes, bewitched, are all fixed on us.

 

Nando Dorelassi

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