Modern Mothers: Philadelphia glam revivalists dusting down the brassed up bravado of Bryan Ferry and Marc Bolan, whilst harbouring an almost unhealthy affiliation with porn, sleaze and hedonistic disregard. Last week was Mother's Day. As per, my bouquet never quite made it to my maternal figurehead. Shucks. There's always next year... Modern Mothers did manage to get their thanksgiving offerings out however, in the form of Transgressions, a blood-splattered bar brawl of a record that takes in Bowie eccentricities (Dreadful Afternoon), harmonious synchronicities that intertwine the desolate acoustic strums of Empire Of The Sun with piercing cascading electric shards (The Life Mask) and the Yo Gabba Gabba! borderline criminal insanity of Wayne Coyne's Flaming Lips writhing about in the Butlins ball pool with Mick Jagger (Romeo & Romeo). Modern Mothers belong to a caliber of raucous recording artists that'd have no qualms about emptying the contents of your fridge-freezer onto the brightest of powder snow-white carpets, but you'd expect them to clean up after themselves too. Probably... Get on those red shoes and dance the blues. Again.
DOWNLOAD: Modern Mothers, Allison.
Modern Mothers' latest LP Transgressions can be acquired for bits of bandwidth here.
