Since it’s a bright and breezy summer, I thought I’d make it a bit darker for you today. Not entirely end-of-the-world, because
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
No matter how light the concept, The Dresden Dolls‘ latest LP, “Yes, Virginia” reaks of penumbre. Which isn’t all bad after all. In theatre, when you go to see a comedy, you can expect to laugh, but what’s under the laughter is closer to grotesque tragedy. The Dresden Dolls turn that around, and by exploring taboos Amanda Palmer shakes out the dark and sprinkles sugar from a salt holder on top. Their style is nothing short of a tight, tight piano-playing – drum-pounding combo (although most of Amanda’s piano teachers have seduced her) and moments of less brazen passion with just Amanda and her piano.
Most of you will probably hate them at first, as I have for a while. Luckily I’m so lazy I have to get sick from something that comes up on iTunes to change it, and the Dolls suffered many a metamorphosis that way: from shockingly unlistenable as a whole to bearable soundtrack to I want to hear the whole album again.
Although it’s mainly US touring for them now, in August they’re heading off to Europe for some festival playing.
The Dresden Dolls are “brechtian cabaret punks” Amanda Palmer (map of soul featured) and Brian Viglione
They’re currently both involved in other projects. Amanda’s doing the “night of short films and dadaist vaudeville” thing, as you do (dates for “Fuck the Back Row” on their site). And Brian’s got other bands to occupy his time with.
Update: I know there’s been problems with the first link, I must have visited the minibar one too many times. I chose another storage provider which should be ok.
(you can stop the truth from leaking
if you never stop believing)