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No Virginia
words by Danny Canter
Boston duo, The Dresden Dolls, hate the word ‘gothic’. So, regardless of their pale complexions and penchant for Victorian dress, we’ll steer clear of it when discussing the third album by these self-professed cult stars of “Brechtian punk cabaret”. Brilliantly jaunty in places, like Cyndi Lauper singing The Shins, songs like ‘Dear Jenny’ also make way for more sinister purrs of murder and deceit (‘The Gardener’). As spooky and thrilling as two non-goths can be, no wonder they sold out Camden’s Roundhouse last year.
8/10 in stores May 19
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