alluring moniker used by Megan Remy conjures images
of volleyball teams or cheerleading squads, forget it.
Not that there's any doubt that Remy--sorry, U.S.
Girls--couldn't rise and conquer either challenge.
fellow DIY ingenues Sally Strobelight and Inca Ore, U.S.
Girls' approach is deceptively ethereal and delightfully
haunting; lithe, lysergic gamma rays of keyboard murk
beamed over percussive bonk sort of resemble Diamanda
Galas reinterpreting Suicide's Red Star. And dig that
cover of Bruce Springsteen's "Prove It All Night," done
in such an effortless, barbital lush you'd swear the air
was filled with mescaline. Guess what? It's not.
cover version of The Kinks melancholy anthem 'Days,'
U.S. Girls sticks to Albert Einstein's wise maxim 'Make
it as simple as possible, but not simpler.' The dirgey
clatter of the drums brings to mind images of old steam
machines advancing through vast fields where things grow
slow and women sing folk songs which are eternal because
they are sung from the heart and nothing else. U.S.
Girls' voice does this, free from decoration, frills or
pretense, mapping the country of the soul with a burning
honesty strange in this reality, something we also find
in the ballads of Acid Mothers Temple sorceress Cotton