MOLLOY- Thursday Electric EP

“Thursday Electric” sees the return of Molloy, a group of dirty-minded ye t pristinely gleaming robo-sluts for whom writing a song to either strut or shag to comes as easily to them as, well, strutting or shagging (i.e. pretty easily if this is anything to go by). According to them (and you will agree), bleeps, spiky girl vocals and the mighty cow bell are very much the order of the day, as compelling rhythm and seductive synths kicks the skinny-jeaned arses of the likes of the Ting Tings, whilst asserting that there is no way anyone should forget their name and call them Irene or Deidre or whatever. Admittedly, the modern electro scene is what Molloy best fit into, although their energy blitzes that of their contemporaries, reaching almost carnival parade proportions during the EP’s title track (think Vince Noir followers bedecked in their finest neon platforms reflecting the brightest glitterball lighting and you’re along the right lines), each track a momentary pout in the face of the “spacesuit cliques” of the Shoreditch elite, perhaps a snub, perhaps a celebratory comradery. Regardless, everyone will be having too much of a good time one way or the other to care.

Providing an even catchier alternative to their very-catchy previous single release that was “Tracy”, (as if anyone thought that was possible), the tracks that follow are equally as frenzied and forceful and instantly addictive. “Gather round girls” borrows the finest bits of disco anthem heaven, grinding up against the filthy futuristic lapdance of “Wrong way”, before final track “The Healer” gets down on its knees before the hook of Gary Numan’s “Cars”, worshipping for all it is worth, moving the body if not the mind, and snogging the face off anyone or anything to within an inch of their lives. You get the idea, I hope, without getting any more graphic.

Overall, this is Molloy at the most triumphant a band could sound; confident, super-cool and admirably powerful, each glorious attention-seeking song is delivered from a podium on high in a way that says: there is no hidden message- this is what it’s all about. If they have more up their sleeve to better this, I can’t wait to hear it. As a random aside, if they were a drink, they would be Disaronno. In a word, yum.

Released 12th January, 2009.

Anna C