By The Crimea
The Crimea's debut major label single, "Lottery Winners On Acid", was championed by Zane Lowe and MTV2, and became a minor hit (read: chart disappointment). This is the follow-up, "White Russian Galaxy", which singer Davey MacManus describes on their website as an attempt to "write about the effects of alcohol on the psyche of young women".
Their sound is amiable enough. Drums roll to set thing in motion, keys plink and plonk. MacManus's voice is sweet and tender, backed by occasional backing coos. Pleasant and catchy if unsubstantial indie-pop.
As a consequence the song is reliant on MacManus's lyrics, and this is where it falls down. He lacks an adequate narrative or a personal angle so merely stereotypes the act of teenage park drinking. [Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head / Who knows]. This chorus has admittedly been qualified since by MacManus; "I'm embarrassed by the simplicity... 'Little' isn't meant to be derogatory."
The lyrics display a lack of empathy and an air of condescension towards a subject matter that, though a worrying aspect of UK drinking culture, is commonplace and often seen as a rite of passage. [You're light years away from reality / Lonely, and lost in a white Russian galaxy]. Truly to MacManus this is an alien world that he describes as if seen through a telescope.