Lush are...pleasant. Cloyingly pleasant. Still as pleasant as they ever were. Miki and Emma are fine by me; they like parties and getting drunk and insulting people. Miki has a splendid silver skirt on, the lights are remarked on favourably, as is the sound quality but, this aside, Lush pedal an insipid, flowery bilge. The guitars are still firmly stuck on the 1989 setting and shimmer accordingly. Miki could be singing about nail-gunning children to burning panels of plywood, but by the time her vocals have gone through the girly filter all that remains is an impression fey teenagers running through sunny meadows.
The audience who had been jumping up and down now on top of each other with unbridled enthusiasm are now looking bored. But Lush are still pounding out (albeit in an ethereal manner) their glistening, glycerine shards of incandescant boredom. Pah, it's time they went death metal.
Lush rhymes with thrush and no amount of Canestan will ever get rid of them. But, hey, here's hoping.
Sarra Manning
The 'beautiful' bit of the title refers to the 2 band on before Lush, if you were wondering.
This review is another fine example of how original music journalists can be. Or maybe not. Maybe it's just another one jumping on the bandwagon. She should take her own advice she should.
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