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The Dresden Dolls, Amanda Palmer and Brian Viglione from Boston, Massachusetts, produce what seems akin to 1930s German cabaret on amphetamines. Indeed, they themselves refer to it as Brechtian punk cabaret. But, like Sparks before them, the cabaret effect is wound up a few decibel notches, and their brashness is palpable. In addition, Amanda Palmer’s lyrics reek of cynicism, aggression, and some very sharp and rough edges. She doesn’t write for granny. This album is huge fun – how could one resist the lyric “She’s the kind of girl who leaves out condoms on the bedroom dresser, just to make you jealous of the men she fucked before you met her”? But if you think you may be offended, please stay away!
© Straight Words, 2006
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