Brigitte Aphrodite - I Dream Myself Awake
Have 10p, 2011
Published in Drunkenwerewolf Magazine, ed. Tiffany Daniels
Wordcount: 197
Date of Publication: June/July 2011
I like Brigitte Aphrodite. This in itself is unremarkable and my tastes are far from impeccable, but it is never something I thought I would say about an artist that has toured with bane of my existence, Kate Nash. And despite the similar propensity to slack jawed tongue-in-cheek, this Bromley siren is anything but a replica.
“I Dream Myself Awake”, Aphrodite's first single, is a cool record. It's fun, catchy, addictive and there is just not enough of that around today without the precursor of also being unbearably smug. It's the song you screech in the shower, amplified by the spray because when you're in there you can pretend that nobody can hear you: Its what you dance to only on your own by punishment of social suicide because having anybody else witness that particular epileptic fit would be pretty hard to recover from. It makes you want to get into a fight so you can drip your bloody nose all over it. Clever Pop-Punk at its best and most inconsequential, and I have the vague impression that that is exactly what Brigitte Aphrodite is about.
Wordcount: 197
Date of Publication: June/July 2011
I like Brigitte Aphrodite. This in itself is unremarkable and my tastes are far from impeccable, but it is never something I thought I would say about an artist that has toured with bane of my existence, Kate Nash. And despite the similar propensity to slack jawed tongue-in-cheek, this Bromley siren is anything but a replica.
“I Dream Myself Awake”, Aphrodite's first single, is a cool record. It's fun, catchy, addictive and there is just not enough of that around today without the precursor of also being unbearably smug. It's the song you screech in the shower, amplified by the spray because when you're in there you can pretend that nobody can hear you: Its what you dance to only on your own by punishment of social suicide because having anybody else witness that particular epileptic fit would be pretty hard to recover from. It makes you want to get into a fight so you can drip your bloody nose all over it. Clever Pop-Punk at its best and most inconsequential, and I have the vague impression that that is exactly what Brigitte Aphrodite is about.
