The
Hollywood Brats
announce their presence on their self-titled album, re-released in 1999, with a plinky piano that drips with campy fun -- especially the last wrong note hit before a wave of guitars washes away the tinny sound with a full
rock & roll
barrage. And these wink-wink touches are layered onto the album thicker than the blusher caked onto the boys who played on it.
"Courtesan,"
has a slinky go-go dance beat, over which a nasally croon warns of, "the girl with the dollar sign eyes." They deliver an amped up version of
"Then He Kissed Me,"
complete with a gender-bending interpretation, and the hint of an exhibitionist's thrill at doing something naughty. These boys could give the
New York Dolls
a run for their money, and both would be evenly matched in their towering platform shoes and flying feather boas, although their songs lack some of the raunchy
punk
and dirt under your press-on fingernails sound of their New York boyfriends. They were forming across the pond at the same time in the early '70s, though, when a disgust with the bloated redundancy of popular
rock
and the cotton candy emptiness of
disco
caused all the fabulous freaks of
punk rock
to let out a squeal. The songs were recorded in 1973 but were not released in Britain until 1980, when
Cherry Red Records
did the honors. And the
definitely bring to mind the hair bands that followed them, especially the way that
Hanoi Rocks
flirted with both street credibility and over the top drama, and an echo of their sound can be found in
Motley Crue
's cow bell. Of course, it's not just light songs about skipping school and cross-dressing -- they do let their inner
punks
out to play.
"Sick on You"
is the ultimate break up song, flaying a now tiresome six week romance with "if I'm gonna puke, Babe, I'm gonna puke on you." While this album does inspire a few giggles, for anyone who likes the tradition of electrifying
bluesy
R&B
-based
, and delivering it with both a sneer and a dusting of glitter, this album is a worthwhile score. ~ Sarah Tomlinson