In terms of the sister acts we’ve had so far, they’re behind Nina Sky but ahead of Brick & Lace…
Doug Robertson: Black wedding, brown noise.
Michaelangelo Matos: Two Utah sisters with the last name Frampton — no relation to Peter, except maybe for the guitarmonies on I-assume-Dia’s solo. Meg’s the singer, the concept is a hat-tip to Billy Idol, a younger Heart is what they’re striving for, and unfortunately, that’s about all they achieve.
Hillary Brown: Meg & Dia really do channel Billy Idol, despite coming at the subject from the opposite color. This is sort of strutty and pouty in a similar way, although not nearly as hot.
Edward Okulicz: Half Veronicas, half Aly & AJ – a sugar rush while it lasts, and completely unmemorable and disposable with it.
Martin Skidmore: The sisters fronting the band have an appealing sharpness of voice, and there is a richness and ambition in the lyrics that I admire without entirely grasping. The music lacks a little edge, and the tune isn’t terribly compelling, but I like it better than most of its kind.
Martin Kavka: This sounds a lot like the hit single that The Veronicas never had in the US. But it’s a lot less bubblegummy. There’s an all-encompassing insistence to be more than players of the social roles in which we’re foisted that is to be praised, both lyrically and even musically (with a guitar solo that has mysteriously visited from 1987).
Dave Moore: Odd turn away from the dense guitar sound of their debut into bar-bandier fare, except some denseness creeps into the chorus, mucking it up a bit and drowning out the handclaps. It’s like they got halfway to power-pop and remembered it wasn’t “dark” enough (Panic at the Disco went all the way with it and it kinda worked!). Lyrics are shaky, too — how is going into debt buying diamonds “ironic”? And why are they making fun of people who get their wedding vows off the internet? Where else was I supposed to get them?
Alfred Soto: One problem with post-Avril aggro-pop: the rush feels so good that meaning gets left in the other room, beside the Mariah Carey albums they thought they’d outgrown.
Jonathan Bradley: With such clever lyrics as “You were unaware the diamonds came with debt”, “Got my vows off the Internet” and “You say crying weakens my immune system”, I wish it could be something more than merely agreeable.
Alex Ostroff: Driving guitar and drums settle into a midtempo groove, before the production drowns the girls in too many synths and unnecessary guitar solos, but the sisters have a way with a turn of phrase, and the harmonies and the handclaps and the vocal grit make this a win.
Briony Edwards: There’s an encouraging chorus, but it sounds like it’s being delivered by a Paramore tribute act. And really, a second rate Paramore? There’s a concept the world isn’t ready for.
Rodney J. Greene: Musically, everything to everyone. Lyrically, nothing to anyone.