The Singles Jukebox

All-London Friday ends with an art-pop outfit that have nothing to do with Donae’o whatsoever…

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Alex Macpherson: Hey, a quirky girl who can’t sing or dress herself extending her contrived infantile incompetence to an arrangement which sounds as though it was composed and performed by five-year-olds. I don’t think we’ve had one of these yet this year!
[1]

Anthony Miccio: Hoping I had brilliantly coined the phrase “tweelectronica” while listening to this song, I was bummed to find the genre referenced online more than five years ago. Not that I thought this song was novel – I just wasn’t sure anyone had bothered to give this poppy, negligible college radio fodder a name.
[6]

Chuck Eddy: Muffled indie-geek electro-dribble fronted by a pissant singer who clearly deserves to have her spectacles stomped on. But though the teensy toy-phone and glass-tinkle effects deserve a much better song, at least they keep the ball rolling.
[4]

Martin Skidmore: Produced by (Matthew) Herbert, this sounds very odd, strangulated strumming and bleepy noises and unexpected sound effects, such as breaking glass. It does manage a little energy in places, but Micachu’s rather flattened tones don’t help, and there is no kind of song in here most of the time.
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Michaelangelo Matos: I found their album so spiky that the whiz-around ease of this comes as a very pleasant surprise.
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Andrew Casillas: There’s something exhilarating about the clash of disjointed noises that Micachu utilizes so well. You’d figure that this would reek of sloppiness, considering the amount of hooks this track has, but the level of focus and energy sustain your interest to the point that you just wanna shake a leg and boogie.
[8]

Martin Kavka: This is a typical Matthew Herbert production. On the first listen, it feels like the most glorious song in the world, a perfect soundtrack for losing one’s sobriety (and dignity). Unfortunately, that experience is ephemeral. Subsequent listens reveal indulgences of muddy production, mush-mouthed singing, and sounds that only exist as a way to show Herbert’s and Mica Levi’s romantic detachment from the world. There are some good ideas here that reflect Mica Levi’s schooling, but there’s little care taken in the execution.
[5]

Alex Ostroff: “Golden Phone”, and indeed, most of Jewellery, is not about anything per se, so much as it is about the combination of disparate sounds in an attempt to make something vaguely resembling pop music. While it never truly sustains brilliance, the song has its moments, specifically the bass line and the irregular electronic blips that pop up when least expected. It inspires me to dance around my apartment, occasionally breaking glasses and dishes by accident in time with the apparently klutzy Micachu.
[7]

Hillary Brown:Perky and quirky enough, plus brief (always a plus), but it’s missing oomph or something.
[6]

Anthony Easton: Needs some editing, good idea broken apart by an excess of effects. Excellent tambourine though.
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