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The Kills - Midnight Boom
| Urb | | Were they French, Alison “VV” Mosshart and Jamie “Hotel” Hince would be easily compared to Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin—she of startling beauty, he of effortless cool, both chain smoking as if Silk Cuts were their muse. Of course, Mosshart’s Florida upbringing and Hince’s UK residence, along with the band’s blues-rock tendencies, meant White Stripes references have been the dominant touchstone....full text |
| | Allmusic | | In the three years between No Wow and Midnight Boom, it sounds like the Kills discovered that having fun is actually much cooler than searching for haughty minimalist rock perfection. While Keep on Your Mean Side and No Wow's sinuous snarls were about as savagely spare and sexy as it's possible to get, their minimalism bordered on monochromatic. Midnight Boom bleeds color, excitement, and emotion into VV and Hotel's music, transforming it into daring, dirty pop that is unrepentantly glamorous and tender, high-end and trashy, and it glitters like diamonds mixed with broken glass. It's even structured like a classic pop album, opening with two bold salvos: "U.R.A. Fever" fashions dial tones, cryptically sexy banter, a foot-stomping, hand-clapping beat, and sneering shards of guitar into a fiercely catchy single....full text |
| | Austinchronicle | | Jamie Hince and Alison Mosshart are the Charles Starkweather and Caril Ann Fugate of post-punk, preoblivion anti-rock, leaving a trail of blown woofers and sweat in their wake. Intense doesn't begin to describe Midnight Boom, but loop the Russian roulette sequence from The Deer Hunter, splice in some grainy security-cam voyeur-porn, pop it in the Videodrome VCR, and you'll at least get the picture. If the London duo's 2005 sophomore effort, No Wow, was the Badlands crank 'n' squeal of two artists becoming one, then this is the happy aftermath of the killing spree....full text |
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