Friday Fancy : The Millionaires Cash Only EP

by Fairy Cake.

The Millionaires could be accused of a lot of things.  The glamorisation of drug taking.  The promotion of a brand of misogynistic faux sex-positive feminism.  Maybe a few drink driving offences.

But what they cannot be accused of is not being really motherfudging catchy.  They are the hospital bug of pop music and have made me come out in a big dancey rash.

Cash Only, their new EP, is a trashy masterpiece (trashterpiece?).  The tracklisting is misleading; these chicks have a preeeetty narrow subject matter;

1.  Let’s Get Drunk and Party

2.  Let’s Get Drunk and Have Sex

3.  I Can See Your Erection and That Is In No Way Off-Putting

4.  Let’s Have Sex Because You Took Your Shirt Off

5.  Let’s Have Sex Because You’re In A Band and That Is SOHOTRIGHTNOW

BUT.  But.  This is all irrelevant because as soon as you listen the beats and synths are so good that you forget about the ridiculousness of it all and start mouthing obscenities at people on public transport.  Which, for me, is the true measure of a good record.  Sure, The Beatles were great but they never made you ask a complete stranger to take their shirt off. *  **

Enjoy, bitches ;)

*I am of course joking.  There is no comparison.

** The Beatles once personally asked me to ask a complete stranger to take their shirt off.